The poetry here is inspired by the lives of fictional characters that have lived in my mind for a long time. Their names are Joy and Noche. They are two scholars traveling through an endless desert created by the Storm. This entity ruthlessly destroys anything in it’s path. Joy and Noche travel to villages hit by the Storm and exchange knowledge, technology and stories.

They see me fall

I climb the hills to reach a steady high

And the winds carry whispers in lament 

Claiming these peaks unworthy of proud sighs.

Every journey back feels more permanent

Than the last, my temporaries fading.

Thank you for the breeze you have kindly lent

But I am tired and done expecting

When, to you, I’m cursed to be anything.

 When they sleep, I walk

These nights creep up on me with these moments passed

When our words would bounce in glee through our beings

Understood for what they were

Expressing our union and love sparkling as one.

You’d call us water and oil

Until the energy only from 

Our mixing comes to be.

You are now crystalizing

And I see only shards of

What you play to be gone.

I rain on your faces

A breakthrough thought to have begun

Yet each drop only glides down to the earth

Waiting to make their fall from the sky again.

Tonight, I birth a drought

My water lost from the path once won

I carry on lacking sustenance

Unknown to your certain return.

 Sands

Twisting my hands, I take deep breaths

Oxygen lulling the waters in my chest.

My moon glittering the dark greens and blue

Unsure of how to proceed.

I look back remembering peace

And I doubt it.

I see screens in front of faces and

Mine flickers before me.

The water crashes into it

Waves bouncing back to rock my heart.

I can’t read these blurry stars

I’m not sure where my moon is pulling.

Glitch glitching,

Air, fill my lungs

Let my waters reach a shore

Where the sands have the answers.

Sunflower

I’m left here knowing I won’t turn to you,

I know I’m not who you need me to be.

My complacency disappoints you, too.

And warrants your enduring doubt in me.

You say you know what you are, hurt so true,

I thought time could bring you back to me.

But time’s been unkind and had you accrue

A spite and cowardice you’ve grown worthy.

I’ve turned away after searching for it,

Confidence dissipated from our trade

Of blurry thoughts that land in a dark pit.

Following our unknown comes a quiet,

Time said “lower your hand” and I obeyed.

But I wait, forever a hypocrite.

Second Face

There’s a table, a person, perhaps a drink in front of me

Space but no mass my brain will register.

The world stops inches from my forehead

And there’s myself watching from the roses underneath

Unwilling to reach, unwilling to meet

Not even in a rain that could mean a reunion

So desired yet persistently denied

This, I know, will repeat.