Category: missing someone

Perfervid

I don’t control impulses that recall

you crisply vivid in past moments

anymore than I can control the breeze

that teases my skin like ghostly kisses

 

And how many unexpected times must

thoughts of you end up making me

feel so alone in darkness and small?

 

Doesn’t the all these scars I now carry

seem more like your loves signature

for each time you did me wrong?

 

Some loves are too costly to be dared again

So- if your true nature is to hurt and break;

why do you pretend- to love anything?

 

Still- you leave me standing with water

and memories rushing through…my fingers

 

Poet of the Light ©2019

Frictional

Sometimes the sun can get too close- and

I guess you could say the same of the moon

Especially when the wind blows- on my skin

I feel your night fire consuming me, within

 

Each step further apart, burned even deeper

Until even my shadows were flames that flickered

And I was merely ashes of your destructiveness

Left- to be scatter in the whorls of wind; diamond dust

 

Oh, what I wouldn’t give for a little bit of rain

Oh, the thousands of those miss-stepping days

Still as fresh as when we first went our separate ways

and they still burn- as if they only happened…yesterday

 

Poet of the Light © 2019

Seuil



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 

	


	



			
				


			

			
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