Symbols

Hours.

I've stared at the symbols,

For meaning or

Even a hint of meaning--

I find none.

Maybe,

Because there is none

And maybe,

There is, but

It doesn't find me.

There is a growing gap.

What I know, 

I think I know, 

What I don't

And those things I never will. 

A Dream of What I Was

A dream of what I was
But, now alone in the cold and empty dark,
Devoured by smoke
And dust.

I have counted
Years and months.
I have counted my counting.
I have watched from here and now.

The night with you,
Many years ago.
We counted cards,
And spoke of nothing.
Though, in every moment there seemed
Something that should be said.

To give and want for nothing,
It is a curse.

To never sleep but always dream,
It is a curse.

To be of two minds,
It is a curse.