Delphi // by Willem F. (October 2016)

Four arms
That are rough,
And faded,
As they wrap around me
I can feel their cold and
They can hear mine.

I hold a globe
Of light as it dances around my
Skull, and
I wonder if it has ever
Touched upon yours.

The four arms deceive
And lonely, they perceive
A shadow of my former self
Dancing along the shelf.

Gliding and graceful
As tires crunch,
Like cereal, along broken gravel.
And I miss it to much

Who am I to say that
Our skies are just different,
When on any given day
We are coherent.

Wind kisses my head
Delicately, and I
Wonder if I will remember.