life:
it's quicksand to me:
i squirm; i struggle;
i fight to be set free,
but where i end up is—
deep,
dark,
with nothing to see
except my heart
bleeding for thee;
though
the blood runs thin—
crying!
deep,
deep within,
while you wipe the tears
from the bags
under my lids.

not even the stars
in the sky,
could count the tears
in my eyes...
--but you counted;
you counted till my face was
dry.
you
pushed them aside,
revealed blue skies,
and i saw
forever's
our time.