Wishfulness

 

Like a mirror lacking reflection;

how I shamelessly wish you were blind

to the preconditions of your mind

and see me, as a tangible possibility,

where authentic love is concerned,

so we could embark on a journey

however near our hearts peregrinate.

Perhaps, love wouldn’t be…elusive

 

Poet of the Light © 2019

Double bind

 

I can feel the haunting breeze

Drift ghostly over my naked skin

Just like your teasing presence

Was asleep as you innocently breathed

Why- why can’t I just stop this?

 

If my emotions can’t be tamed

To quell incessant storms of rain

Or welcome in the morning sun

Knowing the moon just escaped

Under the wild silk of darkness

 

Then I don’t want these memories

If they can’t be lovingly erased

From the heartfelt touch of another

That makes me feel so unique

I’m positively sure, there is no other

 

I can’t afford another broken lover

That could believe, I’m replaceable

Oh please! don’t let me smell the scent

Of a some promising love, ever again

Not unless- I fall into heaven with you

 

Don’t let me be human anymore

If this is going to be the price I’ll pay

For trusting blindly in heartbeat ways

I’d rather be a statue lost forever to an ocean

At least then, I’ll only fall so deeply …once

 

Poet of the Light © 2019

Distinction

 

For me- I’ve come to recognize

Love came as unique as snowflakes

Unintended; gentle bite on their lip

Their leisurely pace along a beach

A light whisper during a passionate read

The gleam of eyes, boasting a reflection

An unexpected glace at me that stays

The unashamed broken tears of empathy

It was always- those natural nuances

In all of my meaningful relationships

That stood out as if another language

Yet- so telling, I had to take notice

Which caused my true appreciation

Of all those tiny moments- “trinkets”

Stored forever in my mind, visually

That many gloss over or come hate

Perhaps even as subtle as a fingers touch

When done innocently and unconscious

Or the quiver of a lip, struggling perfection

In pronunciation to specific words

Or that sudden grasp of my hand

Whenever the rain bore forth its thunder

For me- they were keys of natural effort

That words could never utter, define

And in all the time they briefly lasted

They’re what I miss most…in my hearts life

 

Poet of the Light © 2019

Silver-linings

 

I can still smell the lingering stench

coming from ashes of burnt bridges

I left behind along with dreams I’ll never find

 

Often I sorta find myself out here

beneath a lone darken sky umbrella

waiting for a wished sunrise filled with a surprise

 

Most days fly be before I realize they’re gone

I wear memories of her and heartbreaking hurt

like a branding on my soul no one else knows

 

Maybe one night a new moon will whisk me away

so I’ll never have to face, another disappointing day

making me the surprising change in someone’s….sunrise

Poet of the Light © 2019

Counter-currents

 

Love and time- limited only by

their motivation and direction

 

Sadness is an emotional storms

reaction to rain only we see unending

as it reverberates inside our lives, minds

and we can’t honestly explain- anything

 

Is it really so terrible of me

to sit here nearly praying, selfishly

that there was really someone else

to blame- for your sudden leaving?

 

Memories- ought to be called cruelty

when they plague you like a disease

blocking the present and my reality

from making new moments or dreams

 

How was I to know- time was a lie- in truth

and we don’t have all we want or need?

How was I to know time would steal you away

when it ran shorter for you than does…for me?

 

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

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