meditations on secrets - #3

1.

a secret can unfold
like a flower coming to

say nothing and walk away

one day you will return
and find it blooming
as if by magic

2.

don't ask about schoolyards
nothing good ever happens there

blacktops under cloudless skies
shimmer as if steaming
shifting the horizon

I would watch
as the shadows slipped along
girls run screaming in packs
boys rumbling in oblivion

I barely remember any of this
just strange moments
whispers in small groups

whispers as I turn to shadow
stretching toward manhood
reluctant and oblivious

3.

a key element of dreams
is that time is flexible

once I met myself as an old man
bending over he whispered
to make every mistake
he was afraid to

I asked what that meant
and he said nothing

4.

secluded playgrounds
offer no protection

there is no way to explain
how legs won't move when asked
and when kneeling down
is a subtle compromise

scruitinizing the scents
wafting from a nearby body

attraction is the only response left
when the world falls apart

I just remember long hair
black and shimmering
dark eyes curious and intent
opening me up and leaving nothing

5.

love is a form of repetition
when intoxicating smells
incant memories into dreams

no touch leaves the last forgotten
and as the touches multiply
I slide into a thick morass
my skin becomes numb with memory

at the time
I would rather destroy the world
than sleep in emptiness
on hardwood floors

6.

when I begin to fall asleep
I hear whispers echoing
throughout the room

they remind me of every moment
and are often overwhelming

each voice slowly goes away
until a few are left

when I sleep well
you will know your voice
spoke to me if you believe

just listen to the songs
escaping my dreams

do you hear your melody
modulated under the weight
of timelessness?

is it an old melody

reborn?

a new
ending to an old song?

listen carefully
to time suspended
by a string of whispers

cascading

into light