no promises.

         The sea and mind in gelid movement

acquiesces to the euphoria

          in the distant laughter

     of gradual woven lines

of darkness;

let it die

a thought

in the consciousness

of bare winter

     after dark and dark

a derangement in the cold

     falls inside


     we’re hiding

in the silence;

I hide within my mind.

No promises of mine

     to keep

as dreams alone

     are an elegy to my


as the distance crawls,

     I still dream of you.

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