the second skin...

the

thought

of

him

her

second

skin

there

was

no

beginning

there

was

no

end

.

to the one i left in dover...

it's pourin' rain
deep down in here

dark black rain pourin' down
since you ain't near

pourin' sadness and sorrow
like they ain't no tomorrow



all them tarnished yesterdays
lookin' for somewhere to stay

but they ain't no more room
deep down in here

no they ain't
caus'a all this sicken'n fear

this heart'a mine's
just plumb runnin' over

since i done left you
up there in dover

yeah it's pourin' rain
deep down in here

'cause you ain't nev'a
no more
my dear
.
.
.

and now?...

 and what of you when she went away

when she slipped from view that cold dark day

did a part of her remain perchance

remnant of your swirling shadow dance

and what of you when she came back not

when she slipped from you in a loose lover’s knot

did a piece of her lodge in your heart

remnant of your mind’s work of art

and what of you now since she’s been gone

when with her she took your brilliant dawn

and what of her since she slipped from sight

when with you she left her beloved night

and what of her since she went away

when from you she left ‘fore judgment day

and what of you

and what of her

now

now

that she’s

gone

and

you're

both

all

alone

what of you

what of her

.

.

.

a land without time...

it was a land without time
a land before time
the land of shifting time
shifting lines
shifting paradigms

the land in between
this time and that time

cast off yesterdays 

had come to stay

on this mean solar day
of stars gone astray

in this land without time
this land sublime

~

words...

words
his words

spiraling spinning
sinking out of sight
into my sanity
my sovereign sanity
no longer held safe in
the sanctuary of my soul
 
words
his words

~