Space(s)

I want to hold you.
Through the fuzzy threads
of cyber space.
I reach out, but my fingertips
graze
only plastic, and
liquid crystal, which could be
diamonds
but I'd still be
reaching out through cyber
space.

Night bleeds into day
and day swells to night,
they get screwed over by time,
waiting by the moonlight, connected by
ticking clocks and
beating hearts—
Hearts—
too many sent through
space,
lost in the threads.

They will never amount to
your touch.
Tonight, as always
I sleep with fuzzy images of you in my
head, of you
beside me.

The Harbour

The ship, once wandering,
alone
has found a harbour to rest by.
A Harbour unlike any other;
so pure and true.

It could have stayed
forever,
anchored.
It wanted to, so
desperately.

That harbour is
floating,
drifting away with the waves.

The waves sweep them
closer, then further
apart.

Push
and pull.

What is it like
to be anchored
forever?

Please anchor this ship
forever.

The Swinging Door

I watch the door between our lives
swing open and shut,
open and shut.
I hear the voices
echo in the distance.
Voices of
the past, present
and future.

As the door swings,
My heart burns
for a light to guide the way.

As the door swings,
the clock is ticking
ever so loudly.