Rest Now

A blue song bird has
No melody to perform
In the dying light.

Dread

It carves away at my bones,
Oh, the dread of longing.

In the dark
I sit,
Head in hands,
And fear

Tomorrow

Fear both
Greatness and failure,
Sadness and joy.

Whatever I might deserve.

All I do is wait,
Knowing
It's coming,
Feeling
It approach,

Clinging on to my final scraps
Of Being and Hope.

Despite myself.

Agitated peace

- Tens,
Hundreds,
Thousands,
A million -
A million beats per second
And they all sound out your name.

- in gasps -

My breath runs past me
Through tiny molecules of air
-Through insignificant specks of nothingness -
To the only resting place where
(nestled securely)
It finds comfort

Your Lips.