by a double-edged sword of truth,
you stand in the midst of tomorrow
while she hangs in the shadows of yesterday.
Your truth bares a shudder of fragile bones,
her innate fear of life’s prowling anger.
You juggle her wailing ego against dashing dreams,
spinning and sinking in darkness.
She stifles the infinite messages of petrified wood
as you struggle to spill them onto the sand.
She hides her fears behind nomadic gleams
of beads, baubles, and bright scarves
while you dive naked and headfirst into ocean’s roar.
You both bleed regrets into ordinary silences
rushing to catch the ranting swells of time.
Holding hands, trample into the barefoot night
and wrestle with the grace of dawn:
together you might catch a falling star.