Droughts

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I returned to our beach

And the sun broke early

I sat, recalling you, and us

I found an abandoned pail

I began making sandcastles

And I was trying to recapture

Life in motion from memories

But I was having little luck

They crumbled over an over

How I empathized with them

Struggling to remain strong

To at least appear- alright

The lake water had dried up  

All I had left fell… from my eyes

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Undoubtedly

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I spent so much time in darkness

That one day it befriended me

It was as if a new door opened

I felt absorbed into its essence

Finally, the fear I carried left too

I heard vesper whisper of prayers

Yet, there were no bodily presence

Understanding each of their words

Interpreted through my emotions

A zephyr caused chills, then peace

Then came an orb of buoyant light

Suddenly the space was lit alive

As I calmly looked over to my left

There stood Christ… holding my hand

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Inspired by my love for my siblings.

May you never feel alone in darkness.

I love you all dearly, Rick

Thomas: 77b

Profundity

Nearly all we do is transitory

Much like many aspects of life

Happiness itself- is oft fleeting  

In its very authentical fashion

From one moment to moments

Chaos only reins in its absence

We are so sensitive to change

To those often-missed nuances

Noticing more the empty voids             

Attributing something outside

Of our own self for love and joy

Oft correlated it to other people

Forgetting we are centrical to it

As both may seek refuge… in us

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Duty of truth

I’ve searched my erstwhile times

When I had a love affair with life

Like a child’s prepubescent crush  

On someone in walls of silence

Where even my soul celebrated

And I was devoid of responsibilities

But time ushered in newer knowledge

Often in those lackluster lessons             

Where I learned about authentic

And genuine held separate distinctions            

Love is a mature act all its own

But far too often nefariously misused    

Conflating preference, with loves actions

As children when adults… know better

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X factor

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It’s unpredictable really

My mind tends to escape

Drift off to an unknown place

In a slow subtle kind of way

Sometimes for a few seconds

Other times, time just disappears

And I’m unsure- for how long

Something frequently brings me back

Back here to my heart and reality       

Idealistically I pretend as if it sneaks off

To spend time with you- some-where

But unable to recall any of the visits       

Yet, I know deep within my heart

One day, it will take my soul…with

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To myself

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Sleepless nights walking

Across memory avenues

There are no exits available  

Dampness lingers in the air

Locked inside a music tune

That endlessly toys with me

I sit silently and keenly wait

As yesterday becomes today

A blanket of amber and blue  

As dawn breaks the horizon

And proud tears in my eyes

I watch- baby roses bloom

Much as I unwantonly realize

My babygirl is…an Angel too

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Le cinq reflets

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I miss the way we

Danced in rarity

Of your early years  

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I miss the way

You sang with me

In a car going down a road

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I miss the way we

Stormed the woods

As I watched a man grow

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I miss the way we

Played games for hours

Laughter was our wild card

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I miss the way

We talked about anything

It always filled my heart

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I confess, I’ll miss it all more

Those here now or already gone

When time comes … to depart    

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Nestled

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I bear the scars rented

From misbegotten love

From ten thousand roads

From where I have trodden

By both my body and soul

Where I’ve walked dusty  

Where my lips have thirsted

Where I felt unfulfilled hunger

Where I cloaked in only cold       

Where my heart was broken

Where the darkness reined

When the sun was unrelenting

Where came the nonstop rain    

Where Grace accompanied me

Where I am…for all of my days

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Values

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I walked upon dried-out furls

Of tangerine and marmalade

They crunched like rusty cans

Morning dew had dissipated

With a refractory of moist fog

Surrounded by stalks of greys

Their brave ghostly shadows         

Step by step I broke a silence

As I secretly maintained mine

All your little-known nuances

That made you-you and special

Forever my forethoughts will be       

Memories of the life we’ve shared

Never accepting our love…diverged

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Tall grasses

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Whilst I feel uneasy now

Lost in an emotional jungle

With only one sure way out

I oft think primarily of you

I miss that comfortableness

You were reachable- daily

I miss our small conversations

Pearls of your hearty laughter

And your unexpected contacts

They’ll always be cherished

With daily- passing seconds

You were always a bit more

Then greeted everyone’s eyes

And I miss your eyes… too

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