on sabbatical

All of you, I’m embarking.

A boat without a map

 

sailing through winds that shout.

I have gone to look

 

for a piece of beauty

to hold in my hands, bring close

 

to my chest, calm my heaving.

I’m on my way to the sky.

 

The light will drink me empty.

I will be nothing,

 

not even a ghost to haunt

your head. I will be free

 

and you are too, from my lies

that fill the gap in kisses.

 

I’m over seeing a slew

of broken faces. I’m exhausted

 

to bring you the sun

when I’m no better than the night.

 

I have gone to look for a new moon

to chase in place.