Meditation

Meditation is
Your ability to, on your own
Navigate the rocky shores
Of concentration

Letting the sea swallow ambition and fear

Cost

The last time I was here
The room was all black and cyan
Disoriented I prayed for daybreak
Even at its regular cost of trade

The known darkness for the unknown light

History

I've suddenly become interested in history
I want to know all your years
Your wars, conquests and triumphs
Your dark ages and renaissance

Everything that brought you to our revolution

Echoes

There was a ceiling
A limit to my love
Every night I howled to break it
Becoming deaf from the echoes

Fortunately you heard them too

Third

If we're being honest
At most you leave me
About a third of the bed
Although when you leave is when

It feels like I have only a third of my bed

Soles

Heaven sent
You absolutely could not
Have been sent by that place below
Where young dreams and old lovers

Appear as specs beneath our soles