finally I know what faith is

in the garden of our memories
the breeze sings
the waves roar, and the sandstorm hits
but we are safe, we are warm and
we are so happy
under this rich sandy comforter,
where the only thing to get us is
each other.

in the garden of our memories
the breeze stomps
the trees sway, going to your
Victorian home and back
and home and back,
clasping at hands and at straws
feeling the ecstasy of each
moment together.

through this sadness
through all this pain
I reach for your love and
finally I know what faith is.

without

my fingers tap

a rhythm,
a melody,

without any place to go.

i feel a deep loss

to be,
away,

from my love.

from

my passion,
my strength,

they linger,

without.

my imagination wanders

a burning
a scorching
a singeing

deep into the soul.

(the imagination
wanders)

a freezing
a restricting
a controlling

the acid kiss
of jealousy

goes deep,
deep,
into

the pensive void.

the coldness
pushes its way through,

right to the heart of

the addiction.

Yoga

I meditate

think of you

There with me

We hold hands

whilst doing

Corps...e pose.

an august love

An august love
Is as fleeting here
As the break
Between the fog.

I wish I could hold
Onto this for longer,
But reality brings,
brings me back...

I wish I could read
These to you (with
My best poet-
orator voice)

I sincerely wish
I hadn’t fallen deep,
Heavy, longingly,
In love with you

Throughout the month.
So that when September
Raises its ugly head
With memories

Of the dead, of return
And a heavy toil,
I wouldn’t feel this
Deep, heavy, longing,

Despair.