Sashay

My heart: distinct rapport

Like some rural cottage, set aside

Amidst a lush meadow of droplets

And a quaint warm babbling brook

As fluidity rushes over bold boulders

Where I-bath beneath a lunar umbrella

As sweet mellisonant tones harmonize

With each of my thunderous beats, bellowing

As if they were divine whispered messages

Set sailing- emotionally on soulful breathes

Worded vividness; wished desires; art in motion

Bound for the silky treasure of her clasp…of me

Poet of the Light © 2019

Blindingly

I often find myself subdued

Liken, a room without a view

Until I set my sights on your picture

Painted by your heartfelt words

Unlocking my mind, my soul

And between those lines, I go

Listening only to your whispery voice

Akin a trickling flow water over ice

Where I escape this acute silence

Into a realm with your silky essence

Nakedly we peregrinate shores

Where all our lofty dreams gather

As we lay upon them like a bed

Releasing all our tense constrictions

Intertwined, savoring each other

Like divine wine…from heaven

Poet of the Light © 2019

Comfort-less

 

Years have past but not without

my personal felt notice-

regarding each of those missed moments.

 

There still comes times

when I go mindlessly into other rooms

to initiate aflutter conversations

of something inspired to speak over

and the empty cold silence has to

drastically remind me- you’re gone.

 

I stand in a sorrowful dumbfounded mess

never really knowing, for just how long

let alone recalling…what day, today was.

 

Poet of the Light © 2019

Glint

 

It’s over

the flicker of hope

extinguished

by a gasping breath

exhaled too soon

thru a premature grin

 

The hollows of a hearth

cold and silent

broken darkness

all is as it was, again

 

Normalcy for me…lives on

 

Poet of the Light © 2019

Given time

You just have to forgive her

If ever you want to feel her heart

You have to look past her words

Then sink deeper between the lines

Her half smile is just a veil

To keep away unwanted questions

She couldn’t answer, even if she tried

Deep inside- she’s living lonely

Where her soul is void of light

Between the heartbeats and sighs

But she’ll pretend to everyone

She’s happy and loving life

She forgotten how to trust

Daring eyes and suspicious smiles

So she passes on their colors

And their broken promise lies

 

She works too hard to live- love

A broken dreamers way of healing

She spends her quiet time writing

About everyone else wishful life

She tells herself, she’s doing alright

Until those ghostly feelings

Sneak in and up along her side

The way frozen air surprises

All she can do is close her eyes

She learned denying is only futile

There’s no place left for her to hide

Vivid memories play havoc in her mind

Tear-filled emotions flow

Steeping into her ink words

And her life feels a bit smaller

I can only watch from afar regretting

Not having found her…first

Poet of the Light © 2019