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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

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

Quantification’s

Actions are indicative of intent

no matter how failed they fall

Spoken words have consequences

as much so as their stark absence

And its truly a tell tell sign

when one suffers a broken heart:

having embraced and lost- love

Honestly, I’d prefer a broken heart

to burden me like a second shadow

as opposed to a heart kept hidden

out of fear, love may call…one day

Poet of the Light © 2019

Comet

Once in dark lines of poetry

you were the angel that found me

and spoke openly to my heart

in a language of whispers

that I never heard, but felt

and knew- instinctively

that you spoke a lovers truth

in a bright fiery light passing by

but when I blinked

your image slipped away

and every since, I’ve been lost again

like a run away child

searching for you arms

and beating song- of your heart

oh, how my pain simply implodes

causing me to lose control

If I could only turn back the arms

that now holds me here alone

while my soul bleeds- in streams of tears

my raw scars don’t hurt half as bad

as your obviously- your absence has

and all my peace remains elusive

until your ghostly presence

finally comes back to stay

to bodily lay- along by my side

and gift me that sweet song for all time

reverberating from your heart to mine

in a long embraceable sleep together…at last

Poet of the Light © 2019

Symphonious

Like a gurgling brook meanders mindlessly

and wild Jasmine intoxicates far and wide

I’ve long felt for that one bucolic meadow

where painters can taste heaven, in the air

and it’s soothing sound is found in colors

that change in constant flow of a marbled sky

and we- create memories of our naked picnics

drenched in wine, laughter and living…love

Poet of the Light © 2019