when I am alive

 Words slowly crawl from my fingernails,

a few still dormant under my skin-

silent decaying shells on the shore.

some spill the sunset, the darkness,

rain over the water.

I long for something-

words fail to define.

words sparkle

remnants of a broken rainbow,

shed their eyes

over night’s landscape

swim in the liquid lead of a full moon:

I wish for a clear and simple, rolling tears

I wish for a day, which can’t be translated,

and breaks language, time and distance:

for spring tapping on my heart,

which sips into its deepest chambers:

for birds flying in pairs over the fields

the grass sprayed with flowers, growing wild.

I wish…for the yellow sky of an exploded sun

~c: NKO 2013

blind thoughts

I’m waiting for the rain

in the hour of a broken clock.

when you don’t look-

shadows prowl…

I’m blind!

fall…

my thoughts are heavier than air:

I am a sinner

waiting for the rain.

~c: NKO5/14/13