I'd, revive

the clandestine remarks
hovering over my head round.
clothed with sensations
coloured blue, pale and brown.

the chimes of time tick away,
surging onto the land it seeks.
i lay down as a gawker
oblivious to the havoc it wreaks.

a hum of cry cuts my heart
a sudden rush of pain it spells.
like million spears taped to one
a melancholy song it impels.

as the sun sinks down its bed
the moon glows to its skills
an unclaimed thought grips me hard
spitting out a wave of chills.

i disguise myself to believe
the agony soon would scatter.
if only would it be you throughout
none of these would matter.
your presence in me, i feel,
only spreads too greater.

"i want you and you are not here.i pause in this garden, breathing the color of thought before language into still air.even your name is a pale ghost and, though i exhale it again and again, it will not stay with me.tonight i make you up, imagine you, your movements cleaner than the words i have you say, you said before.


wherever you are now, inside my head you fox me with a look, standing here whilst cool late night dissolves into the earth.i have got your mouth wrong, but still it smiles.i hold you closer, miles away, inventing love, until the calls of night-jars interrupt and turn what was to come, was certain, into memory.the stars are filming us for no one."