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

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

Derecho

Even an arid desert can weep

while laying alone beneath

the shade of a cold dark night

between shivers and lip quivers

while still longing for the dream

in living prismatic color schemes

that proffer’s a rainstorm…lover

Poet of the Light © 2019

Inexplicable

I really can’t explain

what my heart needs- in words

when feelings feel things

far deeper than a desire

I often start but fall in silence

as the ache within suffers

Some feelings lack understanding

and a way to depict their pictures

But darling, you reflect the face

of being their only answer

If you don’t love me, I’ll understand

but if you could, at least stick around

so I can point to you, if I’m asked

I know I must seem to complicated

for those fluent in loves language

but none of this comes as easy- for me

O’ how much plainer can I say it

for love to be my full filled dream?

Only my heart…knows what it needs

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