Departure - Howling Sycamore

The electricity in this mirror

Whispers to my ears

About all the clashing pathways I live with

Hitting my senses with sparks and nails

Showing me what things would be

If nights didn’t last a lifetime

And darkness wasn’t this lonesome

Years to come are just a blur in the eye

The shape of a ghost caught while falling down

Years to come are buried in this ocean’s belly

Floating as deep as that diary I threw in long ago

Its pages melting in each other

Thoughts and thoughts shapeshifting away

Ink stains forming the only word still worth reading

Departure

Disappearing like the turn in a magic trick

There is no prestige in this act though

The magician is not coming back any time soon

Tonight

May the echo of all the words I didn’t pronounce

Dance in the air for us

Like thousands of bones reflecting the moonlight

Tonight

May everything that is mine be eaten up by fire

I’ll honor the cracking sound of my own past

Smell the sweet bitterness of this all in front of me

And once the salt of these tears will dry out

I’ll rejoice for the chance of seeing you again

Nothing true comes without destruction

And with the ashes of my demise

I’ll paint a new door to open

And may the quiet that follows

Be as kind as the child’s smile in me

While choking from all of this unwanted attention

The electricity in this mirror

Whispers to my ears

About all the clashing pathways I live with

Hitting my senses with sparks and nails

Showing me what things would be

If nights didn’t last a lifetime

And darkness wasn’t this lonesome