Morbid

Her lips moved
Its past midnight
In the moonlight her face looks pretty
Her lips moved
How could it?
She has been still for 3 days
Her face is still, her eyes closed
Aah!, maggots
Go away, go away
She is not your feast
She is my love

Here I am
In a construct
Of words and here say
Or a caricature
Either of it irrelevant
Yet a stranger
Maybe she thinks
It could be a whirlwind of annoyance
Or otherwise
Yet she is caught up
In her stream of thoughts
Thoughts that are her own to think
That are her to ponder on
I just ramble incessantly
Like a calf grazing
Amongst the fresh grass
Inconsequential
Irrelevant

If adrift

If I drift into you
Let me not pull you
Away, or towards
For you are where you are
I am, where I need to be
I could be a raging fire
Or an icy wind
But I am where I have been pulled at
Maybe you think you know
Maybe you won't
I shall be
Where I am
Irrelevant, insignificant
But it is a journey
I will always turn and smile
Even if my sould wishes to stay, I couldn't
For the universe is but a tide
That sweeps me away
To it's bidding
But as long as I am here
I shall bask
In your glow and be mystified
In her gentle glow
And words that sing
She may not hear them so
She doesn't need to
For all of it is just time

Journey to the stars

I could be flung
off the face of the earth
and never reach the ground
only to drift
into the dark space
I shall have no remorse
for I have not felt the need
and when I have,
it never did matter
not to anyone
not to me
and I see the sky is so full of stars*
and I like drift wood
is floating that sea