Seuil

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I stood there looking foolish


to maybe, only- me


while the rest of the world


went about playing the living


As you walked away in my silence


my heart was breaking inside


until the deafening sound


tore my soul- inside out


 


Beneath the sun and stars


snowflakes and the drizzling rain


we laid, engulfed in each others arms


All those dreams we spoke about


became dark thunders clouds


in all my tomorrow days


And I will barely survive them all


to prove I’m willing to endure for love


whatever it may take, as my proof


 


I- couldn’t have loved anyone


but you- that’s just my truth


And I know what it means now


that you’ve really moved on


Taking the sun and leaving me in fog


I’ll remain lost- in time and space


between the silence and yesterdays


Standing foolishly, just waiting…for you


 


Poet of the Light © 2019

	


	

			


	

			

				

					

		
		

			
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			I like to steal your breath as you stutter to whisper the word beautiful after reading. 
I'm a poetic writer, an aberrational one of sorts. I don't write for the world seeking conformity to a style or some label of free expression, I permit my heart to whisper, while I serve as it stenographer and publisher. I'm honored my readers serve as its witnesses. 
What you may infer from this site; my hearts process or what it has to say, is strictly up to you to decide for yourself. I do appreciate comments in whatever degree of appreciation or criticism others feel the need to leave behind. I hope to respond in kind to them with a thank you openly or in a private conversation. 
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    This is beautiful, hauntingly so. It causes me to rebel, stomp my feet, raise my hands to the heavens as I shake them and declare, that this fate is not so. Something about that precipice between unconditional love and unconditional sorrow.
    

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