Lighthouses, Probably

My mind keeps flitting over an absent place.
Like a missing tooth ones tongue cannot help but touch,
to remind oneself what is no longer there.

Or anyway it makes me remember you real strongly.
Like I can feel your arms and calming presence...

It is like a castled rook or a wall of pawns standing next to me.
Something so physical I am assaulted by its smell.
That raw energy, ... A

memory of You I could lean on.
A believing in
A knowing in
Arms tight and safe

It is a memory that forces you to feel so ephemeral.
I walk outside, so far away,  to be beneath different stars.
And I, can just almost pierce some midnight veil
To feel a pulse beneath my resting hand,
Something so real,


 If I Can Just breathe in enough of the everythingness surrounding,
The shared spirit of life will make a warmth spread beneath my splayed fingers
Where they touch phantom flesh.

Have you ever wondered?

Have you ever wondered what it was like? To wander in the small spaces. flitting between silences just long enough to be noticed too brief to comment upon Would I carry that cross? Of questions unspoken and desires buried. could you rise above the weed choked fields of barely realized hope?

fluttering in my bosom( stomach?)
can I leap into the abyss
that lonely hole where uncertainty resides (much uncertainty. . . needs revision )

Have you ever wondered what it was like? To wander the chambers of my heart. ~Nick Bacon~ 7/20/2014