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

Tides out

In love and or its loss, the heart

bleeds profusely, like a river

while drifting mindlessly alone

There came times we’ve opined

In our own antithetical banter

Love and wisdom fashionably

have their own unique craving

Yet codependent, on one another

But there also comes those times

when a divorce is all that is left

and the incompatible couple split

Yet, it is a love I can’t easily dismiss

and for me, logic has its frail limits

So I decided to follow logic’s lead

in my own mannerism, sort to speak

I rent from myself as loves dissenter

I’m sure at times, I will miss…my mind

Poet of the Light © 2019

Cracked flute

I never felt so connected

she wrote all my heart was missing

Oh, love was calling me at last

Everyday I rushed to her post

feeling my galaxy be stirred

by whatever she wrote, there

Escaping here- line by line

My heart absorbed her inked

concoction of letters- like whispers

akin of a pristine symphony heard

That I could slowly degust

From life’s full wine glass

 

Until today’s- heart wrenching

When tears read her words

she’d found herself a real lover

I’d been replaced before being chosen

My world was imploding

My vision became tunneled

My heart and soul felt sick

and then, it was as if, this was it

My sight blurred into blackness

in a cruel and slow fall to unconscious

Death of a poets heart by…poisonous ink

 

Poet of the Light © 2019

Furtherance

I can’t promise to fill some ghostly void

someone else has left here for you behind

but then again, that’s not even my intent

and it is my true hope, that you don’t

really need that impossibility- tried or met

when the merging of two people can be

overshadowing to all else…past and present

Poet of the Light © 2019