(shakes head) Just when
I thought I had said it all
I took a welcomed deep breath
The days and nights lingered
And you came back to mind
I don’t know why, now I’ve discovered
I’ve only begun to speak openly
Knowing I’m still broken
And I still hurt, just not as bad
But I’m finding my way alone
To whom I was, who I need to be
Baby steps over these deep cracks
I need desperately this path of patience
So, I can clarify any last…ambiguities
.
Poet of the Light © 2021
The fashion of your alluring legs
Wading within moon lit shallows
As tinged beams of luminous reflect
Off submissiveness of warm ripples
.
The way our morning after sunlight
Basked in the beauty of your presence
Making its way over sleepy chasms
As I sit in awe of heavens creations
.
That adorable manner we hold hands
While we gaze at wonderment of stars
As if they’re all chapters of our story
Whilst unabashedly delaying any finality
.
I waltz on the cusp of pure immortality
Whenever I’m embraced … in your arms
.
Poet of the Light © 2021
She was named after a flower
That grew even in harsh winters
Solidifying her magical essence
Cloaked in a tender silky surface
Touting bold irises of ocean blues
I willingly befell to her from afar
It was something she never knew
Love beats whispered from my heart
But I was too timid to risk rejection
Desires wanted to pluck as my own
But I knew she deserved much better
Then I honestly felt I could deliver
Loving her enough to truly let her go
I set out across the vast horizons
Leaving my bleeding heart- there
Within the soils that nurtured her
Closest fashion my love could live
Forever in …the Rose left behind
.
Poet of the Light © 2021
#Wednesday 4 word prompt-
The rose left behind
When I fell in love with you
I threw- caution to the wind
I’m afraid it has come to collect
This idealistic lover’s old debt
.
I’m not sure which is the worse
To seem selfish and go first
Or follow a heartbroken embrace
Lingering behind in pain- as last
.
I feel anger and sudden desperation
Come upon me in merciless waves
As if I were pulled in a caustic ocean
I want to let go, and hold on to today
.
The sweet taste of death is a surprise
As tears flow now from my eyes
It is time laced by all the drops
As I kiss my greatest love … (narrator softly exhales)
.
Poet of the Light © 2021
Inspired by Caruso
I used to love the moon at night Now it just some overt reminder There are other stars in the sky I used to wade into the waters Before water drowned me in tears Now I just watch it all from afar I’ve become estranged to believing At least the kind I used to trust in Wordless, truth spoke in the eyes I used to love all beautiful things Old, broken or misused by others Long before my whole life changed I used to be honest down to my bones But now- I can’t tell if I’ll love a lie That smiles and whispers: I’m alone I used to respect and know myself Before getting used to … loving hell . Poet of the Light © 2021
The sun rose up eerie that day Clouds seem to be at a stand still I really didn’t care much as all Smiling to wholeness of my world As every color brought me more joy With remnants of those moon kisses Still wet and fresh upon my lips Then sadly- I noticed, your absence By then all the clouds disappeared Somehow, I stood there- in the rain Felt the heat burn me in place My heart and mind going senseless My lips suddenly cracked and dried Everything: a new shade of grey Even unspoken whispers couldn’t fly In your wake all you left behind Was for me to innocently sigh Wallow in hollowed memories Kneel in an overwhelming disbelief Even my inhales were half shattered I was just another- broken piece Of the world your horns have ravaged All I am, is your… collateral damage . Poet of the Light © 2021
It starts like magic so innocently Resistance begets that new friction A whiff, a look- maybe simply nothing Like a flame growing out of control Everything about you is right here I’m bewitched- but I just do not care Once I see your eyes I am hypnotized The touch of your fingers, caressing Sending fiery chills all throughout me Weight of your body covering mine Sweet dampness of your lips pressing And I’m falling in an imaginary truth So much for calling this a peaceful truce I degust your kisses; so intoxicating Then I am lost to you from everything I feel you pulsing trough my veins Like a drug- making me feel insane I can’t hold on, and I can’t let go Am I coming here or am I going there? I don’t know- what is wrong or right The sun suddenly blacks out just in time Can’t seem to reboot my …muscle memories . Poet of the Light © 2021
Oblivious to nature of the galaxy How it toils on without permission However, we do notice of its presents When that infamous tolled bell rings If- I hear echoes of the bell tolled I know, twas not for I- not this time Yet- and none the less I am lessened Of whom it tolled in reconciliation To notably lose an unmet friend In a most eerie but secretive silence That often can have a chilling effect I should relax; loosen my tense cringe Recollect my lost train of thought, as if Nothing at all happened… when it did . Poet of the Light © 2021 Re: Ernest Hemmingway For whom the bell tolls~
Setting aside all our childishness And those hurt emotions, still left Inside raw scars buried in my chest From a devastating chaotic erosion Of our once shared euphoric heaven Protected by some imaginary bubble Oh! I have come to realize these days That wear on in much different ways There is no real guilt to share or wear No blanketed blame for either to carry Such is the nature of adventures taken No misleading star we blindly followed That stole us away from our own reality No winds came to blow us off course Albeit we drowned in what was current What we shared was beautiful, at first And far beyond our ability to maintain We were but simple pyre to that flame We got caught in the wild and rampant Until we fell into an invisible crevasse A fault line- that laid obscure somewhere Between where we started, and ended A landscape we learned was not… love . Poet of the Light © 2021
August charred anything breathing Especially if you went out after dawn Everyone thought I was just reading Biding my time but silently dreaming Of love dipping in midnight passions Dehydration plays with imaginations I used to wait mostly by the window Watching that amberoid ball lumber Around suppertime she’d be glancing Between those ivory sheer curtains An hour later she’d go out for a walk I be out there- conveniently waiting Summer sweat dripping of my body She’d smile and wink; I followed along Down a dirt road to the fishing pond Summer heat needs some cooling off But man! I was just warming up No one noticed we were missing Their laughter’s echoes in the breeze But I sure wasn’t missing anything Her pale skin glowed in moonlight I was convinced she was all goddess A pair of bare silhouettes splashing Churning up more than shallow waters More than a simple boy could handle Her hair danced in the setting sun Amber tinted black just like molasses She could have colored me blind I tell you, I wouldn’t have minded My soul was flirting with danger Nearing midnight, she lit us on fire Time after time I nearly lost conscious I was willingly caught in her clutch Only the good Lord could have saved me But thankfully, he was just far too busy My whole childhood; coming undone She took me to insanity … and then some Poet of the Light © 2021
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