Coldness Blow Sideways
By Chip Marks

Coldness blows sideways in the moments of my losses.
Snow from dreams you and I shared.
On colorless coasts of icy unknown seas.
I watched you walk again from above.
Lost to forests without me.
I dream of you coming back to me.
My days in these rooms, darkness crawls.
Spiders of my descent, losses time seven.
I go back to these cold beaches no souls but mine.
The rain of your tears control me once more,
divided by two.
I care not to see tomorrow,
the grass it must die.
We will never touch with fingertips
to clouds blue sighs.
Only the winds of your final deliveries
reach my hearts bleeding oceans.
Ships sink as these faces goes blue,
fingers releasing in final goodbye.
I sink blue depths in titanic ending to stories never told.
I will go now before the sand reaches the top of my boots.
My prayers are lost in there gods last desperate attempts.
Looking towards eastern pasts
I wonder if you think of me as I write.
If you smell the decay of my sentences,
amber moments thrown to blood spattered walls.
On shores of lost arcades, I see you standing.
Tourists die in winters monstrous grip,
dark days you love beyond words.
I board ships in nameless ports,
departures unknown.