She's Having a Baby She, more my sister than some of closer blood.
It is now that I really feel the miles between us.
For me it was always a given
That I'd be there for her wedding,
For the birth of her first child.
I am not and it feels so strange.
We have always been so different,
But gotten along so well.
Physically, she was shadow,
I was bright.
In spirit, I was darkness
She was light.
She was the calm,
And I the storm.
I the traveler,
While she was home.
Our minds were both so full,
We always had things to talk about.
No matter how dark I was,
Her laughter always sparked a light.
I really miss that girl.

Quiet Titans There are loons, and then there are Loons.
The cries of the morose echoing across empty lakes.

Shadows imprinted, the trappings of time
Gather my brow while making this rhyme.
How am I on this hill, in the wind
Feeling nothing if not alone.
How young am I to have this thing
Gnaw at so weary a bone.
Time heals all things?
Yet it is the erosion of time
That shapes the world.
It wears down mountains
Carves valleys in stone.
Love like time wears familiar whorls and valleys
In even the heart of granite.
Of all things, nothing to these two
Subtle forces remains immune.
The quiet Titans.

Shadowdance Trembling, I cannot stop it.
My chest tightens, shadows closing in.
I can feel them wash over my soul
Caressing my arms, burning fingertips.

Constriction, needing to touch
Treacherous heart betraying integrity
Breathe shadow child, breathe.
Taste the sky, feel the storm

Lashes sweep low, kiss my cheeks
I rock to the rhythm of my own desires
Hold them behind your lips
The urges you dare not speak.

I strain against the tethers
Muscles cord and ripple
Only to relax again,
Washed by conflicting tides.

I lean back, stretching taunt
My bindings, only to relent
Slender fingers, palms kiss the wall
I rest my forehead against brick and sigh.