my social life took the keys one day

my creative life took the back seat

my future called shotgun

my motivation revved up

and lucky me hasn't seen it since

maybe it’s just in notre dame

maybe it’s hanging with alexandria

maybe it's homebound

maybe it's in space

and maybe the turtle ate it

I am scraped across the Earth by the inexorable press of time.

What will remain, I wonder, when comes my day to die?

What wonderful, colorful trails are left by greater souls than I—

I am scraped across the Earth by the inexorable press of time.

To run from the inevitable, one must prolong one’s every moment—

With vampiric lust latch onto every second that came and went,

Until one’s life is filled with time lamenting how time was spent.

To run from the inevitable, one must prolong one’s every moment.

“Why wait and think when you could live?” they ask, but I don’t know

How to want to advance when only behind I see that glow—

They run to something I cannot glimpse, and I am left alone.

“Why wait and think when you could live?” they ask, but I don’t know.

And now we come near to the edge

Where once the princes sailed...

Ahoy! A ripple in the blue,

Where dragons’ wings have trailed!

With waves below and stars above,

We hang between the deeps—

Charybdis ever hungers here,

And Scylla never sleeps.

Yet as we gaze with hoping eyes

Upon that mirror blank,

Those hoping eyes stare lonesome back,

Their fires slowly banked.

The only heroes to be seen

Are by the starlight made—

’Til morning comes without remorse

To bid the heroes fade.

Now this we ask: where have they gone?

For surely there must be

A ship that sails straight out of myth

Upon so vast a sea!

But we could sail for all our days

And ne’er a siren see—

While once upon a time there were,

No dragons here there be.

time is a road that never ends

it has been my privilege to pretend

that i’ll walk with you forever and a day

i cherish these unspoken thoughts

for unheard will never mean forgotten—

my soul unwinds, slow and gentle, in your wake

i would ask the wheeling sphere of stars

to unfurl itself, so that worlds afar

might comfort you and lie beneath your head

for there would i lie beside you, breathing,

listening beneath the skin, where beating

is a silent mark of all we’ve done and said

the greatest of which was in defiance

of that ending so distant, so pale and silent

which neither of us could comprehend, anyway…

so until that silence comes to pass

i will wait with you here in the long, green grass

where the space between our words has more to say

I have met a goddess.

Can you claim the same?

She danced, once, in rivers and swayed to a rhythm that

Only she could name.

I have met a goddess

Who, with her heav’nly sight,

Could beckon the raging of stormfronts to cease, that the

Sun might share its light.

I have met a goddess.

Distant was her gaze,

And so far removed from the vices of man that she

Could not run away.

I have met a goddess

Once only, long ago;

Then deities learned not to venture so near, and she…

Well.

She was the last to know.