life today
exists only inside my blood
as it always had
but now loneliness has
put its dark prison of midnight
and my hands
have turned cold
from empty wishing, now the truth
is louder than the echoes of commuters past
my gaze
my wings are dying
slowly, cell by cell
refusing
to replicate untill they are touched by a pure
lover,
maybe some heather from the secret clouds
would find a perfect home in my breath
i am a foolish
sprite to sit and hope like this
in the drowning black
of midnight waiting for you
as i have the past nights
for the past months
to tell me how you really feel.