memory

a small ripple
a wave,
a tsunami.
the sound
of a promise
surrendering
to a memory

a dog barks

wind in the pines
a soft whisper
a dog barks
the wind stops
then continues again

i ended up there,

close enough

to reach out

but not quite

always just out of reach

trying to understand what kept pulling at me

during the late hours

in the stillness

but that feeling of being so close

felt like pressing my hands

against a pane of glass

unable to break through

unable to really live

only able to see the

almost that was just beyond

i tested the waters

dipping my toes

but the lake was made of silence

that had turned a perfect blue

I could
but the key to the lock
was a
forgotten language
its words lost
to time and silence.

shadows

of hands reaching

to face

of naked flesh

of hands to body

of being

and of becoming