Old Guy

White hair.

Grizzled beard.

Broken bones.

Dimmed eyes.

Narrow path.

Dark future.

Different faces.

Different names.

Same old stories.

Same old world.

Nothing to see.

Nothing to hear.

Nothing to feel.

Just the naked gun

and pale bullets.

Click.

All goes white.

Brown eyes,

youthful face,

passes in an instant.

The gun drops.

Falling bullets.

The door was open.

As footsteps trudge

along an unknown path.

Waiting

I look up at the stars illuminating your face

as clear as the sunset’s glaze

but as dark as the moon’s shadow.

I touched your hand through an air of whispers

Your airy fingertips caressed my skin.

The illusion of words danced across my mind

like a dream of heaven and hell.

The vesper of your thoughts

merge with mine.

Tracing every line of your face

its innate elegance and hidden crudeness.

The sough of your voice

an angel’s murmur

the devil’s laugh.

Something familiar.

Something beautiful.

Something to hold onto.

Something to let go.

I will always have you but I never will.