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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

Too mortal

I’ve been lost and found, or so I thought

and life seemed happy in but, moments

Even the sun boasted with pure colorful joy

Rain was soothing on our bare skin, at night

but before I woke, you up and went- away

leaving me behind, lost, in a discarded shade

as if, I was just another kiss, untold by you

Now- every step feeling like a crumbling floor

I easily lost you and myself back in November

but when the month changed to May

I never even noticed- the change of days

Oh! I can still feel the crisp morning mist

that was left chilling like ghost on my lips

when reality alerted my sobering awareness

as rain drops fall more like snowflakes now

masking footprints where I alone walk on

and the sun secretly cries behind veils of gray

while I peregrinate this silent beach in memories

Knowing now- there isn’t enough ocean waves

that could ever wash you away from…my heart

Poet of the Light © 2019

Turbulence

My eyes failed me before I set about

while sand still encompassed my feet

as I lounged in shade of a Palm tree

naively believing in a face, I couldn’t see

 

Now- its nothing short of, turbulence

adrift amongst this cyanic desert

hidden deep below a sobered surface

I thirst for taste of fresh, pure water

 

All delusion of her mirage has faded

along with the waves of false promise;

her embrace of love would come along

and gently whisk me ashore to…home

 

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

Celestial

I miss the whispers of the whorl

that wrapped around me

insulating from nothingness

taking and giving everything at once

Akin the hum of an electric current

that pulsated generously life songs

Oh, how so numb and deaf I feel this day

so lost amongst all time and space

She was that caressing enigma

that magical wand the universe waved

and at times weaved into my heart

piercing every beat in motion

with tethering fabric of her own essence

knotting our wantoning reverberations

as I- breathlessly and ineffably… felt loved

Poet of the Light © 2019

Oligopoly relations

Beyond the pale boundaries

of reality’s imaginary reservation

My rogue depression

is my best oddest of friends

that remains long after others left

Which seeks me out, inopportunely

for its own dark desperate needs

whilst giving me a malignant purpose

as I try to replace the rifts void

knowing full well, I’ll answer

with my torn empathetic heart

and dependent open arms

because after all, this is… who I am

Poet of the Light © 2019

Inexplicable

I really can’t explain

what my heart needs- in words

when feelings feel things

far deeper than a desire

I often start but fall in silence

as the ache within suffers

Some feelings lack understanding

and a way to depict their pictures

But darling, you reflect the face

of being their only answer

If you don’t love me, I’ll understand

but if you could, at least stick around

so I can point to you, if I’m asked

I know I must seem to complicated

for those fluent in loves language

but none of this comes as easy- for me

O’ how much plainer can I say it

for love to be my full filled dream?

Only my heart…knows what it needs

Poet of the Light © 2019