I’ve been a tailor 
for the last twelve 
years holding on by
a thread be it
sanity or madness it
was my life I lived 
running like a fugitive 
from my love crimes
buying time rather than 
serving it I knew 
that one day I
would one day find 
my island and there
I would finally rest 
atop sand beneath sun
listening to the sea

This alone 
I feared
once is
now my
friend loves 
we are
and no
one else 
is welcome 
to our 
tea party 
for one 

I’m moving farther back 
into the bushes and 
beyond swallowing and disappearing 
like rocks that dunk
having been tossed far
humility does this thing 
erases what was important
or seen as such
not much really here
that ever really happened 
just a simple life 

I’m not sure 
if it’s the 
twinkling sound of 
some far off
star I think 
or what might 
a brook sounds
like tripping stones 
but early morning 
piano music tickles 
me in darkness 
making me feel 
a very certain 
way like love 

Twilight this time 
when things slow 
and slip quiet
when the sun
slides behind your 
face and your 
eyes like stars 
shine little diamonds 
there do dance 
it’s twilight time