Aliferous

Pebbles and stones are the forgotten homes

I balter upon like white foam waves.

I am wasted to remember the days I spent there.

Lost in a lacuna,

I would wish to be above myself.

The waters of the tides,

asleep behind tired eyes.

I used to know them better than my own.

The current’s pulse in a bloodstream,

a feeble earthquake.

I had an imagination.

Eclipsed by an empty doorframe,

I watched myself crumble whilst the wood stayed in place.

Now, no more than a tickle,

a whisper in the ear of something unsettled.

Skyscrapers, apartment blocks,

rooted in soil

Letting roses grow, with thorns

to save them from the world above,

below me.

I see the roof of your house.

The first star in the sky that I lie upon,

your smudged stamp on the universe

will bleed and fade away.

I forgot your name.