i was held by your voice and it gave me peace.
i never heard the passing clouds...inside my
chest there was a deep aquamarine sky
above a soft rose-peach horizon. i was a captive of
safety for the first time in my life.
my heart sighed at the wind's touch, knowing
your hands would be as gentle.

cell phones do not calculate distance-- so you
were always close, and there were times when
it was late and you whispered, close your eyes.
go to sleep.  dream of me.
i should have died then, when happiness
was perfect and dreams and moonlight were captured
in the black brig of night.

i was good to you.  so why bequeath me these
three months of an obsidian sun and a broken heart;
a partial eclipse of a full moon? why can't i get
through the doldrums of no-end and no-hope? my heart withers
and my mind is in fragments with no one to teach me now
how to ease into sleep, how to sail across this
endless ocean in a boat without wind or anchor

and dreams spooling out behind me