trails of love

the sky quivers

with every breath

of a passing cloud,

as I lie here naked,

stretched across the shores

of two worlds,

dying slowly

from both ends,

with every sunset passing,

without you.

there is no freedom

in love

only trails of memories

dragged upon my aching back,

only the sands of time spent

together

falling softy into the abyss

of this heavy heart,

only the shocking stillness

of a mind gone weary,

drunk on love,

only the pangs

of what must be forgotten,

rivetted in the richness

of a yesterday

that can never be born

tomorrow.

yes,

there is no freedom 

in love