Nine miles south

Across the seas a grown man sleeps, resting his well travelled eyes. 

Nine miles south a young girl lay awake gentling stifling her cries. 

For the memories they hold, and the dreams that they dream, are all one in the same.

Forever chasing trails of clues to what the other became. 

But their thoughts will not rest, and their hearts will not cease, to love a love they lost.

In his dreams and within her thoughts, their paths forever crossed. 


Divided chance…


Secondhand serenade;

their music echoed through the night.

Bleeding the need to feel warmth;

lonely shadows haunted by moonlight. 

Divided chance,

restricted by the decree of choice.

Through illicit chemicals,

that imperfect human finally found her voice.