Category: poets

Whereas

 

Drenching sweat- falls

From the cumbersome steps

It took me, to just get to here

Wild flower scents, mimic your perfume

To coalescence with my bittersweet tears

I try to ignore my escaping gasps of breath

As I’m unexpectedly embraced, ever gently

By a hidden breeze drifting on this summit

With its pastoral view that’s breath taking

In this new life of mine, with-out- you

I can’t help but feel lost in my, new found

Whereas I’m feeling so tiny on this mound

Maybe this is, what it means, to feel free;

Or to be loved only in loves lost memories?

Even this summit removed, all I feel is…you

Poet of the Light © 2019

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

Fools errand

“This feels right” is what I said

all those times, my feelings lead

to me ending up crying- inside

 

They say, it’s all part of life

but honestly all I’m trying, to do

is be a part of the- love…with you

 

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

	


	



			
				


			

			
Turbulence
		
	
	

		
My eyes failed me before I set about


while sand still encompassed my feet


as I lounged in shade of a Palm tree


naively believing in a face, I couldn’t see


 


Now- its nothing short of, turbulence


adrift amongst this cyanic desert


hidden deep below a sobered surface


I thirst for taste of fresh, pure water


 


All delusion of her mirage has faded


along with the waves of false promise;


her embrace of love would come along


and gently whisk me ashore to…home


 


Poet of the Light © 2019