“Heartbeats”

We stand outside the microcosm we call home,
the crystal castle that our love was bound to break.
Every moment lingers,
leaving little traces
of you as space between our fingertips expands
and leaves my weary bones without your gentle touch.

I board the hollow vessel hiding dread.
My fear of failure, fear of losing you
lurks inside the dark
waiting silently
until I set my course for blackest seas,
a fate for sinking hearts on sinking ships.

Our different heartbeats play tonight
and light the sky with waves of sound.
Sonic fireworks
dimming slowly.
I wave goodbye and wonder why
decisions hurt so much to make.

The signal weakens yet—
I hear your distant voice.
“Talk to me.
Talk to me.”
The message fades away
in million etherwaves.

The music stops
and soon becomes
static
silence
as I bemoan
my last regret:

I am
without
time,
time
to be
with you,

my
love.

Sonnet 2

She stands in her own world of gray as grey
can be before it turns to bleakest black.
Her hair dances in winds of yesterday,
a whisper reprise holding her back.
“Too late!” she cries alone, “What’s done is done,
and what did not happen will never be.”
She sets her eyes upon the setting sun,
into a world unbound but never free.
Escaping faces full of smiles and tears,
eluding days of joy and nights of sorrow,
she simply ran away from all her fears,
in blissful ignorance of her tomorrow.
She drowns in the past she could not forget
in this wasteland of despair and regret.

Cheitan.

A couple of weeks ago, I began to scribble notes down in my notebook.  After a little over an hour and about five pages, I came to this all-caps conclusion:

In retrospect, I think the word “supernatural” is more appropriate than “spiritual,” though both do apply.  I have since outlined five chapters (issues) of what I think will be the initial (or possibly only) story, and I have to say that I’m pretty excited.  This story has been floating around in my head, in various forms, for about five years. 

More soon?  Who knows?