Shortfall

 Seems anecdotal  
 But it took some time  
 For me to realize  
 We won’t fill that void
 Existing in each others lives  
 And I find it heartbreaking
 Maybe, you always knew
 But kept it to yourself  
Things aren't what they seem 
 So little makes any sense
 But we all know- that's love  
 Its honestly hard to cope
 When you feel you got so close  
 Only to watch it burn away suddenly
 Left here in the darkness
 How so poetically apropos
 And you’ll move on
 To where you belong  
 I’m at a lost for words now
 Of what to I should say to you  
 There’s a part of me that hurts
 That doesn’t want to hurt you too
 All I know, is what I don’t  
 And I wish I didn’t- now  
 As I try to feel the wind again
 You just wanna be friends  
 Maybe it's just too cold?
 Story of my life, new chapter  
 Same continual tragic ending   
 Me- picking up the pieces  
 Of my open hearts… disaster  
 
 
 Poet of the Light © 2020   
   
 
 

Put by

 Crisp crackling has begot   
 Ponderous tracks in white   
 Adorned in crimson signs  
 Her images still chase him
 Like an unalterable shadow  
 That resides within his soul  
 Oh- how words cut through  
 Like a thrown spear at war  
 In fogyish of life and love  
 The thumping of his heart  
 Clashes against his wound
 As his bloody drops trickle  
 Down to the wintry tundra
 Becoming lost ruby stones  
 They sizzle in chilled snow
 Never to be found or valued  
 But he dares not to take rest
 He has too miles to go first
 Returning to his sanctuary
 Nestled into folds of alpines   
 Founded in his life eons ago  
 Atop great mountainscapes  
 Where sacred paths still lay  
 Beneath an enduring blanket  
 Where horned sheep do play  
 Like unsupervised children  
 Where howling winds hide  
 Both his hobble and self pride  
 Where his own lone candle  
 Accompanies time granules
 Shifting in unchanged seasons
 On the fray of life and regrets  
 And dreams are so much kinder  
 Than those longed for ventures  
 Encountered following...his heart  
 
 Poet of the Light © 2020  
 
 

Tolls of time

 Lost drowned city revealed  
 Perchance of lowered levels   
 Like unseen Holy water mist  
 You slipped thru my fissures
 Droplet by droplet, you seeped  
Even a moon has unknown powers
 Permeating pass all my defenses  
 I didn’t really have a chance  
 Not that I wanted to stop you
 Truth be told, I prayed for it  
 And your presence restarted
 That kindled fire of old within
 Fueled only by hope to be loved
 With the vigor of oceans waves  
 That crossed the great seas to land  
 Upon the lost shores of an island  
 That nearly forgot about living  
 But now- its smothering itself  
 Stifling in the airless chambers  
 As hope is waning once again
 The chilly ambiance is telling   
 As transitory fogs roll back in  
 Too incompatible with desires  
 Too aberrational to really matter
 Unsightly display: unwanted ruins  
 Flickering in...prevailing winds  
 
  Poet of the Light ©  2020  
   
 
 
 
 
   

L’amature

 
 I no longer adjust the luminous light  
 of the moon nor clean the suns rays  
 daily to dance off your hair.  
 
 
 The stars are no longer my duty to  
 pin to the nightshade for romantic  
 words or endeavors.  
 
 
 I stopped listening to prayed  
 vesper whispers of others in  
 need of love finding their hearts.
 
 
 The seven seas are no longer at  
 my command nor rise and fall to
 bathe you in nightly rituals.   
 
 
 I no longer try to save the world  
 from itself as it goes astray from  
 Its own reality.  
 
 
 I stopped long ago, from chasing  
 after unreachable dreams in the  
 outer cosmos.  
 
 
 To all things there is a limit, even  
 Those who once adorned a cape.  
 
 
 Now- I rejoin those waiting on  
 a miracle before my life is done.

 
 Like twilight, I’ve come to be  
 gone in the blink of… your eye.  
 
  
 Poet of the Light ©  2020
 
 

Vacancy

 By choice or  
 Circumstance
 At some point  
 Sun rays will tire  
 All rain ceases to fall  
 Echoes fall damp in silence
 As my whispers forget to call
 And I've gone out of your sight   
 As my desiring love...gets forgotten
 
 
 Poet of the Light ©  2020
 
 

de Feu

Oh- chaste Vestal Island of passion
I’ve not set sight of your ivy shores
Basking in lushness, of lunar silence
Or experienced their volcanic waves
From those deeply hidden eruptions
Nor degust any of sweet ripen nectar
Of your long sought fruited drippings
Protected by the outgoing tides force
Which is in constant stirred churning
Preventing my vessels palmy landing
Pursuing a pirates map for...lost treasure


Poet of the Light © 2020

Pivotal

Her colorful red sky conversations
Were captivating to say the least
Like shadows falling into crevices
I fell into her spoken alluring words
Unbeknownst they lacked...an exit

Poet of the Light © 2020

True to fault

Searching for a story without an end
My heart got caught up in a synopsis
I knew my role foretold a pending hell
Being a messenger...instead of the hero


Poet of the Light © 2020

Overflowing

I’m tired, so, so tired
Tired of wearing the blues
I’m tired of listening
To the lies from your disguise
That you keep selling to me
Your words make my head spin
You’re my hearts illusion
I’m living off your confusion
And your lack of understanding
Is killing all my emotions
How can love really exist;
When you treat me like this?
Tell me, who ever heard:
Of watering dead flowers, 
Then expected them to bloom? 
After all this time of waiting
After all this time of pretending
You’d think I finally- get it
But- baby, I just don’t
And that's the real problem
I don’t get what you're promising
I don’t get anything from you
But more lies
More sleepless confusion
More heartaches
More nights, without you too
More secret crying
More no sweet loving
More of what I’ll never get
But is all I really want
I’m tired of living this mess
And I’m tired of lying to me
Just to cover...for you


Poet of the Light © 2020