Ruminations





 Knowledge of your existence, robs me  
 As I gave chase to what appeared graspable  
 But now I sit, replaying mirrored images  
 On a phantom screen in my quiet mind  
 While simultaneously looking past it all
 As reality dances on a harmonious thread   
 And like well hidden secrets in the breezes   
 I watched a murderous cloud slip off
 Into a scarlet swirl over an aquatic horizon
 Far beyond even what I might imagine   
 As I melted into moments of stalled time  
 Where I listened much more attentively  
 Deciphering those wandering whispers
 Left behind in the wake of lost prayers  
 Like unknown questions seeking answers   
 Then I faded back into the poised shadows
 That grew longer by the passing minutes  
 Realizing,  like a refraction upon a moon
 You’ll always be a mirage kind of love
 Promising- but forever out of… my reach  
 
 
 Poet of the Light © 2020  

If-

 If I was worth  
 Quiet evening of simple things
 Wouldn’t you be here  
 Doing just that by now?
 
 If I was worth  
 Your amazing inspiration  
 Wouldn't you be here
 Doing just that by now?
 
 If I was worth  
 Intimate walks along the ocean
 Wouldn’t you be here  
 Doing just that by now?  
 
 If I was worth  
 Time for casual conversation
 Wouldn’t you be here
 Doing just that by now?  
 
 If I was worth  
 A hearty meal laced in laughters  
 Wouldn’t you be here  
 Doing just that by now?  
 
 If I was worth  
 Your unbiased understanding
 Wouldn't you be here
 Doing just that by now?  
 
 If I was worth  
 Your earnest warm embrace
 Wouldn’t you be here  
 Doing just that by now?   

  If I was worth 
  Making mistakes and forgiveness
  Wouldn't you be here
  Doing just that by now?  
 
 If I was worth  
 Anything for you to hold onto  
 Wouldn’t you be here  
 Doing just that by now?  
 
 If I was worth  
 Being loved honestly by you  
 Wouldn't you be here  
 Doing just that by now?  
 
 Where are you… now?  
 
 Poet of the Light © 2020  
 
 
 
 

Fire of Grace

  I was broken by all of those  
 I refused to break myself  
 Because love should never hurt  
 And on all the pieces I became
 I found a sense of motivation  
With the image of your face  
 Reminding me what love was  
 And in that I gained strength
 A renewed sense of real purpose  
 As I felt redemption rain down
 To heal, to refill my drained faith    
 Oh- so much younger than I  
 It was a huge surprise- to learn  
 From the day you were born  
 You were, my saving angel  
 Sent from the Holy Heaven 
 My daughter  … my baby-girl  
 
 Poet of the Light © 2020  
 Ashlee Dawn ... Love Daddy 

That one

 She’s a denizen of my soul   
 That distracted train of thoughts
 That echo of my heartbeats
 That whisper that gets me lost
 That wildflower of ethereal aroma  
 That intertwined flesh of comfort  
 That lays with me in quiet dreams
 That queen over all my darkness  
 That gentle voice of sweet serenity
 That reality eluding my grasp
 That seductress of my divine body
 That healer of all my fragile past  
 That keeper of my timelessness  
 That lucid notion of epic beauty
 That welcoming beating heart
 That calls me her only citizen 
 That light guiding my pathway   
 That missing piece of loves presence  
 That home- still left… unfound  
 
 Poet of the Light © 2020  
 
 

Heartfalls

 The river below has slowed its flow
 Covering its banks at night in fog 
 Geese are passing through 
 Winter must be coming
 The sun has waned in its duty  
 Winds have stopped whining
 Solace is seeking its rest again  
 And you know, I was almost used to  
 Sitting here alone- in my silence
 Recognizing my predicament    
 But like a rogue freight train  
 You- became a loud summer glint  
 As if a lost whisper returning   
 Reflecting, living so wildly free   
 And in that way, you brought me hope
 Oh the mountain trembled, a bit
 I hadn't felt that in such a long while
 It was an unsuspecting rush  
 Flushing through my whole body  
 You were waking the sleepy me up
 From a complicit dream of slumber  
 And you always seemed to know
 Exactly what's on my mind
 In much so- sometimes I wondered  
 If you were just some fragment
 Of myself, lost to a past life   
 Or perhaps, its wandering ghost  
 Trying to tell me something  
 Something, that I may have forgotten  
 Something, I’m yet to discover  
 I have no idea- truth be told  
 What you’re really think or believe   
 You hide now, a shadow, inside your life
 Slowly going further away from me
 Someplace I can’t see or be  
 And now, suddenly somehow
 You’ve become part of the mystery  
 That kept me in this distance
 Just when I'm getting that feeling
 Of wholeness, was still possible
 It seemed I was on the cusp  
 Of learning- a great something
 That’s now getting lost  
 Inside all passing moments  
 While I’ve been pushed down
 From my grand summit of old   
 Left to sit in my silence once again
 Where time alone taught me  
 Between the slides and heartaches  
 Was what I finally came to realize, is   
 We’re just colliding mountainside mirages
 That broke free from our life… for a second  
 
  Poet of the Light © 2020 
  We are crumbling pyrite...    
 
 

La vie

 In depths of my own dark dearth
 All my hungers, my thirst- stalled  
 I stayed unmoved and unnurtured
 Safely imprisoned within myself
 Until I heard your… whispers call  
 
 
 Poet of the Light © 2020  
   
 
 

Torturers

 

I’m fully guilty and I own it
 We send our hearts outwards  
 To find and enjoy love, life  
 Short of knowing everything  
 And ill prepared to effectuate  
 What we demand of it...daily  
 
 
 Poet of the Light © 2020
 
 

Forswear

I could unwantonly reside without you
If that is the tomorrow I’m bequeathed
Though it would be most bleak, at best
I’d refuse acceptance of the cold ambiance
Know darkness could never replace you
Nor could it ever become my friend
We’d be more like armistice adversaries
Coexisting only for the sake of silence
My sanity would surely be overly taxed
My heart- withering in desolate winds
Not even the Ravens would dare visit
Out of fear of getting lost in my madness
A man, an island to himself...still in love


Poet of the Light © 2020

Nightingale

I’ve acutely noticed

You’re missing from my days

And my heart deeply wishes

I was truly more magical

For…both of us.

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Poet of the Light © 2020

Period of time

Love is a most fickle playmate

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I used to love April the most

But time has passed in silence

And I’m falling for Winter now

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Soft white ashes, like eye lashes

Brush innocently along my cheeks

And I’m moved, in a silent thunder

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The sudden whisk of cold air passing

Unexpectedly steals my breath away

I’m lost for words, and so much too say

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Walking aimlessly everyday, anywhere I go

I feel the sun rays rush of caressing warmth

Clasping my hand, as she quietly tag along

.

If I close my eyes just long enough

I can hear her whispers speaking

Promising me all her love to keep

.

I used to love April… but she left me in the summer.

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Poet of the Light © 2020