Somebody's someone

sometimes I feel I know it all

all the hurt, big or small

you could tell me 

and I'd not find anything new

of what love is, 

of what you need

and what you want

and what you speak

in all your stance

I know what you think

and I know why you do

I think I know something about

everyone but nothing about you

You, my image

that carries my fall

I wonder in question

have we met at all?

My spirit, please rise

lift me up from this veiled disguise

these people I know

sadly know me as much as I

I wonder in scores, and ponder alone too

What am I leaving in what I leave behind for you?

Who will come looking if I'm falling behind,

and what will I leave if it suddenly turns blind

The curse, and this sight

matter no more in darkness than light

for take me back before it mattered

let me see my old world in order

Passing time has left me grim,

there have been smiles

lasting only till I could blink

and in a flash, a new world pans

I look out and keep looking

I see strange faces, no faces or hands...

Cut me to present but present it new

something, a little something

that I must be to anyone you ever knew

and give me a reason to more than live

ask me to feel and grant me to give

A believer not dead but wry

is on a lookout for a religion

to shake some beliefs...

for someone somewhere

may read it too

like I did when I woke up 

wishing over what I thought I knew...

CONTINUUM

keep me where the light is

let me see while I can

strengthen my defenses

while I learn to fill out each blow

Hang me in silence

but don't keep me out of reach

while you go wondering

I'll be learning to breathe

hear me tender and dig down deep

with arms wide open

see the sky under which we seethe

and know the boundaries don't exist

fly by me in the hungered terrain

lean on me when it fails to rain

and shelter me in me

what seems inane

I'm learning to be full again

Even in your sleep

you can hear the cries,

the aftertaste of the dry-swollen eyes

think no more

and don't turn over a new leaf

its in the daylights that we can lose

what in the night we kept trying to seek

hope for answers that don't exist

keep shifting, stifling in time

moving on may seem progressive

only because there is no end in sight