The beats in your heart

I hold your heart in my hands,
I still feel its warmth... its steady beat,
The cold outline of your blue eyes
Hide well the deep mystery of your soul.

I have the clock of time set to your beat,
The seconds tick to the rhythm of your heart,
I gently try to turn back the hands
To erase me from your mind, start again.

But with each tick... tock... tick
It only takes me further from you
The beats of my own heart fill the space
Between yours, no longer beating as one.

The Addict

The answers lie, mixed,
in the sediment that defines
a finely aged wine,
the cool reflection
on the glass bottle

distorts

enough to make a distorted

reality

appear a normality.

More clarity appears
in your hours of freedom
which unlock the prisoner
from conformity and chains of
cold feeling.

Bells ring outside to warn
of mis-guided
open-minded thinking.

Red eyes, shaking fingers,
clear, but foggy thoughts.

Was that one moment of clarity
worth the hours
of tomorrows' energy?