Wanderlust

Signs

The Invasion

She invades my mind
As if she were
A napoleonic army
Marching
relentless, unstoppable
no control, over the times
or content, only the thoughts
of her

Going Through the Motions

We go through the motions
A machine perpetually set
to keep on...moving
Few words
Fewer touches
or even accidental collisons
like meteors in space
Silence growing faster
And faster and faster
Only the distances
Between
Are exponentially
Wider than any vast ocean

Finally Home