Aphonic Conjecture

Here it is again. After a frustrating writer's block, I have finished a good batch of poems, so enjoy. ; )

Remuneration for Memories

Your eyes were a memoir when we took to reminiscing...
For as far as the reticent sea prolonged itself,
The memories would resign there at the looking glass.
As I stand a stag at the water, the years hang at the midst of indecision,
And I must take to aphonic conjecture to fill the hollow clarity.
For the rest of the years will be in remuneration to the single one I spent at your side,
A commission to the memories I behold still.
They belong to you, but I hold them dear, the last threads of your contiguity here,
At the latitude of a fallen lover, a friend, a sufferer.

Simplicities

If everyone would help each other up,
Smile at strangers,
Walk their dogs,
Paint the sky,
Smell the roses,
If everyone would grow a garden,
Bake from scratch,
Watch the sunset,
Take a nap,
If everyone would learn to love,
Drink hot tea,
Dance a little,
Listen to the wind,
What kind of world would we have?

Insanity

Slowly, deftly, it took me captive,
A slave to my own will,
A prisoner to illogic.

To Breathe on a Dove

Breathe on a dove, I did,
But the feathers turned black with ashes.

Ballads We Knew

The new was a foreigner.
Change was harsh, an interruption to the world of reverie where we chased love.
It came in the blackest breath, a wind upon our shoulders.
Life was a race to find again the entities we met once.
We chased it through and through, and found the leaves lonely with the forsaken century.
All would allude to the sentiment of acquaintance, the solacing ballads we knew.