I am the black face of change

and the white face of love

these are my muses, two

To name you is to limit you,
and to call this a path
would be to falsify my steps
for I do not walk
but stand


and where am I going
but time, my destination;
do I follow those seconds
or do they become me? they are
the space between thoughts, separating
what is one


time, to measure steps
but the steps to you
are immeasurable, for you exist
between distance, and our space
is undefined

Forgive them
for there are none who see,
and their steps
are hollow falls

those who see,
their passion is like
granite love

they let you
walk upon them

Precipice

I feel before me
a wondrous sacrifice;
a precipice unknown
and I have been blind
for so long that I am
drowning to see.

I shall never be free of you,
nor would I ever, for you are
unmasked silence
and I have wandered these cliffs
long enough to find a view,
a slow passion, like fading light --

but oh, I am faithful to this
glorious unknown! and in pleasant waves
I anticipate a separate darkness, one
beneath water, submerged
to clear my eyes --

I am gathered, propelled
and leaping, as I
need not know the height
and perhaps, the rush to reach
those waves
shall awaken me....