Perhaps Not

Feeling pretty done with Summer...

Tired of the heat

Craggy arid landscape

You can look out over what is left

And see where water ran through it

These hollowed places

Bleached by the sun

Reefs open like hungry mouths

Eroded away like bones

And yet preserved

In the shadows of these dunes

In canyons cast in darkness

The only respite

I'm out beyond the edges

Scattered and serene

Bent by eons of wind and sand

And of being forgotten

Hands over stifled tongue

Yet it has been forever

Since the dams have overflowed

And the rains have come

Lit like a bulb burning

A furnace that never truly dies

I run and play here in the caverns

Where these versions of me lie

Sometimes I place these stones here

To reflections I cannot forget

And names who are not expected

To remember who I am

What resplendent desolation

Caught up in my throat

A word that was worth repeating

Or maybe perhaps not

Was that you out on the dunes dear?

I'm not sure you recalled

I'm not sure that I'm worth

Committing to memory at all

Dance with devils, sing with angels

But these are actions saved for those

With open hearts still filled with wonder

Souls that never closed

In this solipsistic recess

The seizing of these vaults

Valves that once rushed with mighty rivers

Love a spring that e'er wells

Here in disrepair

Still siphoning these lines

Stitching pages to these cave walls

Hoping the stars may yet align

Praying a melody might reach you

You might mistake me for a man

Not a place name on this parchment

And you might take me by the hand

What repetitious devastation

Harmonies that I once sought

Sunken in but worth reviving

Or maybe

Perhaps Not

Art is AI generated using Wombo Dream app