ranotea’s blog

Pines scatter in the distance,
as day becomes night,
branches slap weakly at the window,
pushed by a sultry wind.

          I’m now a person who can survive,
          so long ago I left childhood behind,
          though once there was something,
          that now counts for nothing at all.

Life is but postponement of defeat,
a growing estrangement from youth’s unfettered love
a knowing there’s always something left unsaid,
before we finally acquiesce.

To dictate is not my intent,
Fate is separate loneliness-es.
I choose you from among the rest, but
in a moment we are snared by loneliness once more.
There was a time I truly wanted you,
to be as children in crowning darkness,
        and we kissed and fondled, not tiring.
        I did not want to ever let you go.
        Do not unite your life with mine,
        for I cannot be with anyone for very long
        I write now on a ship, in some nameless sea.

We share the same path, late at night
with the fog, penetrating
and the rain, drenching our bodies.

Ships freeze in the harbor.
My blood curdles. My mind congeals.
Who is it that speaks?
My friend is but a skeleton
scourged of his strength.

He asks the time!
It is so late.
All meaning has sunk and drowned
and motion has no purpose.