The Divide

Your sundial casts
at 9o'clock and
my compass points
to north east.
I'm standing on an erodeing
rock.
Over looking a river.
Walking circles
starring at a blank
sky wondering if I got
lost somewhere between
north west and 6 am.

I wish I never lost this time
for looking for my time
and my space. I feel like
I'm slowly earacing along
with the rock that I stand
upon,the sky I dream
upon and the stars
I wish upon. This devide
is greater then what we
Imagine.

Even though "Dead stars still burn"

I have this issue with
this time and
space thing balancing
in my thoughts between
the sun and fault lines
under my feet shaking.
even the sky doesn't know
what color it should be

The moon tells me
a secret that it's all
a lie. It says to me
“I'm the one
watching over the sky.
And you, you where
meant to live a life
wondering where
you went wrong.
Never mind
searching for
who you are.
Search for the person
you aspire to be .
Choosing
To forgive yourself
for not knowing the
answer is like
choosing to love.
It is the first skill of
self-giving love.”


And there you stood
at 12 O'clock. Your skin
as bright as the moon
and hair of fire
intertwining with the
wind. It was like
a tornado dragging me
in. Bending branches on a
tree limbs monologue.
I just couldn't escape.
And My compass
beckons me to run south.
But I fear I will loose
again what I lost.

Your sundial.

You're Time
and I'm space.
The moon and the sun
have no power to erase
The matter between us
Only able to
Divide the rivers
from land the warships
from ferry boats
the sparrows
from nightingales.

I learn to forgive
myself for loosing
myself. For loosing
you.

You cast at
9o'clock. look over
me like the moon would.
And my compass points
to the North west. Together
we can now lay our
thoughts to rest.