Perfervid

I don’t control impulses that recall

you crisply vivid in past moments

anymore than I can control the breeze

that teases my skin like ghostly kisses

 

And how many unexpected times must

thoughts of you end up making me

feel so alone in darkness and small?

 

Doesn’t the all these scars I now carry

seem more like your loves signature

for each time you did me wrong?

 

Some loves are too costly to be dared again

So- if your true nature is to hurt and break;

why do you pretend- to love anything?

 

Still- you leave me standing with water

and memories rushing through…my fingers

 

Poet of the Light ©2019

Frictional

Sometimes the sun can get too close- and

I guess you could say the same of the moon

Especially when the wind blows- on my skin

I feel your night fire consuming me, within

 

Each step further apart, burned even deeper

Until even my shadows were flames that flickered

And I was merely ashes of your destructiveness

Left- to be scatter in the whorls of wind; diamond dust

 

Oh, what I wouldn’t give for a little bit of rain

Oh, the thousands of those miss-stepping days

Still as fresh as when we first went our separate ways

and they still burn- as if they only happened…yesterday

 

Poet of the Light © 2019

Seuil


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

Loves dichotomy

Thoughts beget us a trap door: kiss 

How most seemingly strange it is

the touch, the whispers, the scent

remains long after the warmth left

Perhaps to extenuate the presence

we would have otherwise not missed

but for those searing moment of bliss

Yes, tis true, love birthed…my misery too

Poet of the Light © 2019

Tides out

In love and or its loss, the heart

bleeds profusely, like a river

while drifting mindlessly alone

There came times we’ve opined

In our own antithetical banter

Love and wisdom fashionably

have their own unique craving

Yet codependent, on one another

But there also comes those times

when a divorce is all that is left

and the incompatible couple split

Yet, it is a love I can’t easily dismiss

and for me, logic has its frail limits

So I decided to follow logic’s lead

in my own mannerism, sort to speak

I rent from myself as loves dissenter

I’m sure at times, I will miss…my mind

Poet of the Light © 2019

Cracked flute

I never felt so connected

she wrote all my heart was missing

Oh, love was calling me at last

Everyday I rushed to her post

feeling my galaxy be stirred

by whatever she wrote, there

Escaping here- line by line

My heart absorbed her inked

concoction of letters- like whispers

akin of a pristine symphony heard

That I could slowly degust

From life’s full wine glass

 

Until today’s- heart wrenching

When tears read her words

she’d found herself a real lover

I’d been replaced before being chosen

My world was imploding

My vision became tunneled

My heart and soul felt sick

and then, it was as if, this was it

My sight blurred into blackness

in a cruel and slow fall to unconscious

Death of a poets heart by…poisonous ink

 

Poet of the Light © 2019

In a moon’s dimmed light

 

She can act and not live a lie

After all the times- he pretended

And left her heart without a good bye

As if she was a dark cloud, passing by

 

Now she’s been broken

Inside and out, in all the wrong ways

By believing someone foolish

Whenever they spoke loving lies

Someone who didn’t feel her love

Or see the truth in her eyes

So when she holds you close

And you feel her heart beat- alive

Don’t take it to hard when she cold

But- she’s being lonely with you

And I can help but wish I was you- today

 

If only, I wore your pretty face

If only, my eyes sported your colors

She’d look at me, deeply in my eyes

And like her, I could pretend a bit better

Every time she held my body closer

That maybe, just maybe- some day

She’d stop acting, when she touches me

And stop feeling lonely…in my arms

Poet of the Light © 2019