reckoning

every day I wake up
waiting and wanting the night to come
I drown in the empty tides
wordless tears
Every day I knew
somewhere in another remembered space
was my real home.

I stayed silent, treading water
it was your face reflecting the disconnection
showing the sickness of homelessness
the emptiness of longing
and not belonging
it took your eyes drowning, fearful
to make me turn around
and start the search to find our real home.

Return

she called out
She realigned the stars
She longed for legacy
She lined up her heartache
And asked me
Can we please go home?

The roads of regret wash themselves in the rain
They are the same, washed, maybe cleaner
They belong to her,
Her kingdom has been made of new grindstone
Her heart has held soldiers
She is history informing memory,
Whispering, I know the ridge of sunset
I stay.

Defence

The prison of the mind
Has no fortress or impenetrable walls
No circulating guards
This prison, far more subtle
Traps the dreams quietly in the night
This prison calls the daylight, fades the sun
Escape is a breakthrough image
A hadeda calls, breaks the silence
Like thunder precedes the storm
The dreams gain an ally, a defendant
Quietly in the night, they are liberated.