along the border

precarious against the
steep mountain of your heart
the noise i thought was my life

evaporated
leaving the spacious quiet
of a question laid bare:

What is the distance between dreams and oblivion?

snow answers in a cold voice
darkness illuminates traces of knowing, buried
beneath deciduous syllables of light.

i am waiting for something else to happen
rivers to melt, rushing towards spring,
asking directions
to the distant possibility
of something more innocent,
climbing towards light
scattering transparent code
inside the border
between mist
and sky

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between dreams and oblivion?

between mist
and sky

Beautiful and thought-provoking. ^_^ As are the other nine poems I have just read here. You write so well; I am promptly impressed. And there are certain lines in your poems that burn into my mind.

e.g.
and i remembered the
sound you made
just before
you said no.
(from "All of the Faithful")

as they disappear unkissed

...in the soft folds of your pauses
(from "The Bind We Were In")

I no longer mistake a lock for a key.
(from "Cutting Through")

Do write more. Dream well. ^_^