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

Footnote

There are many of bound books

one could caresses; finger pointedly

beyond their dusty picturesque

but inside we find, the real stories

that brings a heart to life, happiness

Immersing yourself within their lines

As if it were a warm spring of ink

to soak our worried and battered soul

 

Like a character living the plights

We shed the tears, the smiles- the loss

live in confusion of clouds- dismay

The highs, the lows- and bitter falls

all while our longing grows on

awaiting to be read in the hands

of someone that comes along

to write us our happy ever after end

 

Like an atmospheric river lose

you unmistakably fall on me, all at once

breaching any and all hoped truce

and I slowly drown in our memories

as the currents of sadness- tugs

like ghostly hands upon my feet

until I surrender all myself- up

to lifelessly flow away in my grief

having realized, I’m left…unscripted

 

Poet of the Light © 2019

Comfort-less

 

Years have past but not without

my personal felt notice-

regarding each of those missed moments.

 

There still comes times

when I go mindlessly into other rooms

to initiate aflutter conversations

of something inspired to speak over

and the empty cold silence has to

drastically remind me- you’re gone.

 

I stand in a sorrowful dumbfounded mess

never really knowing, for just how long

let alone recalling…what day, today was.

 

Poet of the Light © 2019

Scuttlebutt

There’s a thousand different ways

I could spin it, slant its effect

My version of what happened

But truth has a way of seeping out

Even in depictions we try to hide

From the world and ourselves

Only a fool would dare bother- now

 

It seemed a bit odd and yet

Fashionably accepting, for even us

Maybe even too accepting

To look forward to a bit later

Like hours later, each night

As being some quick triumph

And then again further onwards

As in like tomorrow morning

Being somehow the new summit

To aim for, to conquer if but only

In the space in our convoluted minds

As far as getting over- it all, again

While we steep- in muck

 

Maybe in some foolish respects

That kind of mess we lived

Replaced what we had- and lost

And thereby replaced reality

Any sense of normalcy or love

And getting from here to there

In love was all a bit more perfunctory

Like breathing, unnotably

In our most mundane of daily’s

 

Perhaps along our heart’s pathway

We lost what it meant to be us

What it meant to love one another

When we threw the compass overboard

And simply headed to new horizons

Braving those head on waves

Unconcerned of the weather or hunger

As our souls simply sought

To bestow something greater to another

Without concern of what we might gain

Lacking any fear of landing anywhere

Least of all- here, in this place- today

 

All I know now, was in that moment

When our ship of love went down

Was seeing your image swim away

Until you were merely a mirage fading

You- never looked back once

I’d bet my life you would, I would’ve lost

Oddly, I feel now as if I won

 

I clung on the mast, and our loves flag

As I choked on waves of bitter truth

My body, my mind slowly grew numb

Floating off in the tide’s changing currents

Almost as if I remained, in nights darkness

Never setting anywhere close to-a bit later

As if they were tiny islands of refuge

That we had become so accustomed to

Until the charity of a drier shoreline

Bequeathing granules of time, spilt over

Offered me a place far from the wreckage

Of that shattered little sailboat of- us

Where the illusion of love existed

Far more than reality of love…for one of us

 

Poet of the Light © 2019

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Understandably

Love- is not painful by nature

Human perversion does that

Taking away its unique beauty

In order to claim ownership

Of love itself, all that it derives

Crudely etching one’s inscription

Across some fabric of delusion

 

Pain itself is discreetly infused

When the enchanted emotions

Of love is discolored, then abused

Only those who wish to misuse love

Would dare promote its wreckage

As being a necessity in loves quest

When the truth is, love only- loves

And humans, well they do the rest

 

Lust is who wears that false face

The true thief, of human hearts

Boldly stealing what otherwise

It could never obtain- or touch

Dragging us all most unwittingly

Into depths of sheer darkness

After tethering our deep fears

Submerged, we’re wet embers

 

It is there, in that dark palace

Where we are left abandoned

Far from where love intended

And the only thing we dare rein

Is our own infected imagination

Whilst our hearts beat onward

Its distinct song in silent hope

Our true lover will come along

And rescue us and truth of…love

 

Poet of the Light © 2019

 

 

 

Whet chills

Compelled, I walk alone

The fog follows

As if ghost can cast a shadow

Colorless in darkness

The scent all too pedestrian

For these steps that visit

On the fringe- of water wet

As it lashes the beach

Wave after pounding wave

Over and over, punishment

Seeping beneath- the grains

Filtering out bitterness

Only to be inundated again

Its too hot to breathe

And yet, my bones shiver

From the other side of- us

I still cling to each drop of hope

That, the waves will subside

The sun will again rise

You find me- here- waiting

And for but a little colorful while

I can love you dryly…in warm peace

 

Poet of the Light © 2019

 

 

Imperceptibles

Something innately is telling me

Not to go out searching, to wait

I still glimpse ever now and then

Faint fragments in my current present

Of a life for me that might’ve been

Had I turned right, instead of left

When facing- that great divergence

Had I known more than I really did

I’m unsure I would’ve even opted

To go another way- in hindsight

Such is the ghost of a maze in life

And not often thought of, simply

Was the chance to backtrack steps

Maybe to a different intersection

Life afford so many, unknowingly

Always believing it is best forwardly

Because everyone else has done so

Never thinking they too had failed

Peregrination’s veil truth’s reality

When the focus is too narrowly seen

Then again maybe we- didn’t change

Our life trajectory that’s yet to hit

Perhaps I would have been found

In a deeper darkness or maybe by love

That came and saved my foolish heart

From all its tragic scaring- and hurt

Maybe you would’ve been, actively

That question answered in kisses

I so vainly searched for in blindness

Where two paths did become- one

Leading us to loves true nectar bliss

And stolen us- from all the worlds

Cold, cruel and ugly divided…silence

 

Poet of the Light © 2018