I wish I was
Tonight.
On a dark hill
With a dark tree
Looking over this valley
Looking out at all of us...
Mourning for all of us...
Finding the hope in
All
Of
Us.
Wishing there were
Stars
To see
Amongst the
Yellowed poverty
Of city lights.

Yet I have only thoughts & words
Tonight.
Often words pale and die
Castrated
Never living up
To the quiet purity
Of taking the action.
Of living the prose.

To feel that wind
On the blush of my cheek
To touch that tree
With the stinging wounds of my hands
To meet those shadows...
With my solemnity and grace,
And to look down unto this
Lost location of earth
And
To speak to it
With my very soul.

The wind would be too cold
My hands too tender
The shadows too overwhelming
My soul too tired
And I might find the night
Too black.
If I really were
To try this as a reality.

So Tonight.
I indeed have only words.
Casterated, Pale, and Rotting
Words.

And…

Condemned,
I lay watch to
The brewing of
Silent hurricanes…
As they rearrange
All the shores of
My ocean of sands
I thought would stay
The same
Forever.

And...

I am the lone witness
To the warring violence
In this sea of my essence
And as the Eye of the storm
Collects the pressure
To release

I am Engulfed.

I wish I was…
Tonight.
I wish...

I wish
I was.