#fair 222

[thetremblingsword]

a measure beyond feet

feat beyond all measure

too high for the eye

I couldn’t reach it if I tried

isn’t this what we live for

fore each bated breath a stillness

spoken on lips too soft to hear

here in this moment, more

no less than the sum of our days

dazed and confused

not enough water in our veins we faint

feint light breaking through

an ellipse of rays

raise unfettered expectations

it isn’t enough to be one

won gold’s greedy sheen

my stomach a knot

not enough

we can only be what may be

maybe

you only have what you have

halve what you had

because what time was once ours

hours merely remain

be more than intense

intents mean nothing

[thetremblingsword]

Someone I could have loved

Sunlight stumbles in

over my windowsill

glass consumed by the exhaust of ragged breaths

lit with dew and grief

It burrows

into my fitted cotton sheets, crumpled and astray

and out again

settling where you used to lay your head

The nights were heavy

hot against the glass

and scorching to the touch

Eyes closed

blind to the night

seeing you only through my hands

on your skin

tracing hopes onto your back

invisible to you alone

But the mornings

were steeped in bleary stares

in silence glimmering in the air

in sunlight

dripping

pooling

blinding in brilliance

 And yet the morning is brighter

with you gone