As I go through this journey of life, I can not find any way alone. I need you by my side. I need you to be my true north, my compass, and my guide. Subdued, my dear. Unreeling in the emptiness in limb by limb we are dreaming; the wind howls and endures the body of the crow and pigeon, It consumed me, as I walk in the world. Know that I am lost and alone. I button my coat and hug myself, trying to shield myself from damp and dark You see me, I see you the waves cast illusion into the eye of the eve; dead flowers my bare fingers trace each white catalpa dead, and a sea continues to flow My only companion is the cold winter wind, which is cutting through the wool of my coat Blood sweat falls from the thorns and white petals like fingernails; the winter wind shuts my eyes, I see you, I see you, but in prose, these pleas are lost; our madness deadens the membrane of us. Your ghost is cute by my side. It permeates my memory. As I slowly trudge through the woods, Low roots claw at my legs and cut me as I pass; It’s like the sea, as you slip between my hands. The silent tongues of the heart-shaped flowers from the cigar tree show a leaf that falls, an ancestress of the branch into the red, tidal sunset and it drowns I’m crushed against the rock, as the waves violently slam the cliffs. I reach for your hand, as water floods my lungs. No hand reaches out to reciprocate. I’m truly alone; I’m submerged in the root of the ocean’s snare alone, alone to fields of the dying art of glass memory. © 2020 lucysworks.com and Ryan Hair All Rights Reserved.
This is a collaborative poem between me and Ryan Hair. I wrote the lines in italics, while his lines are in regular font. I do hope you enjoyed our poem; it was quite thrilling to write it together.
As well, if you’re interested in collaborating on a poem, reach out to me via my contact page and we can discuss it over.