Soundless falls

 

Amber silently leaks between beset trees

Giving unending chase to a creeping fog

That takes- refuge within their shadows

Upending rein of night, silently escaping

 

Unrecognizable noises slowly give way

To a natural symphony fresh at play

All while I sit, listening to its soliloquy

Life- colorfully being on our fringes

 

Hypnotic stars, fade like cooling embers

Ten thousand wishes will die with them

But the well wishers will never be the wiser

And forget them as quickly as those stars

 

And much like those stars and this night

I find myself a fog, falling upon… twilight

 

Poet of the Light © 2019

Bitten

 

From the very first moment

I became- most enthralled by her

As the sun lowered its colors

Before her dainty steps of royalty

As she moved like a goddess

At least, from my own perspective

I couldn’t take my eyes off her

Or how the wind teased her hair

Her lavender scented silky skin

That spoke like spells in my head

Eyes that sparkled when she spoke

I also learned much of loves magic

How it stalled me- infused me

All while daring my courage

To approach her, to talk to her

I felt flushed as my heart rushed

As if smiling wasn’t hard enough

Hell- swallowing felt like choking

Especially when she gazed at me

Me: my bubble of emotional confusion

I wanted to claim her, with permission

But my innate shyness wore me down

Until- we were forced to sit together

My male counterparts became jealous

And she used me to taught them all

Loves perchance by alphabet lotto

I became her whore in full attention

Obsequiously objectified at…merely ten

 

Poet of the Light © 2019

Inclement

 

At times, I experience dark storms

That just unexpectedly blow in

From seemingly out of nowhere

Despite a promising dawns break

Which was ushered in, cloudless

 

I do my best as to hunkering down

From experience time has taught

A bit more prepared on each event

Never knowing how long it will last

Unsure if rain or snow will also follow

 

I’ve learned to embrace them in stride

Though there are pain filled moments

Damaged- memories radiating from scars

Pretending to appear healed- to others

For those of us who’ve been really hurt

 

I cling to the belief, love will reclaim me one-day

A love filled with understandment- forgiveness

But still- inside those darker moments, I wonder

Just how my life and lasting love could’ve been

Had I not been altered, become; collateral damage

 

For me,

just living love would truly be…enough

 

Poet of the Light © 2019

Featherless

 

There are moments I feel compelled

To pack up and escape…something

Most would phrase it “getting away”

For me, at times, its getting to somewhere

Maybe, for a day or two, maybe a week

I just never know until, I’m packing

I oft like secluded places, I guess- to think

Which, ironically I do most frequently

It could be, I get bored with myself?

Perchance I subconsciously need a change

Or I hope to be randomly in the right place

For what- I’m never quite sure about

Which brings me to mention an event

I had the other day, a queer epiphany

Shortly after my arrival I went for a stretch

Now mind you, I rarely ever do that

But recently- I had stopped for a rest

After a ponderous walk by the waters edge

Always being sure not to get my feet wet

I took a dry seat on a bolderish shoreline

The sun: being low at this time of year

Was feeling rather warm for mid-day

And I- began feeling very thirsty

When I realized, in all my years visiting

I never so much as saw one Pelican bird

And I thought to myself, that was most odd

After all- this place is called: Pelican Bay

No memory comes to mind of complaints

In minor conversation I’ve encountered

By other visitors or even locals alike

One would think near the bulwark

Where they have a seasonal food stand

It would host a migrating flock at least

Perhaps, I’ve simply not been here;

If and whenever they may have come?

Perhaps further, they are more like love;

That for some, comes in rare seasons?

Perhaps again, that was also my message

By some divine intellectual intervention

On why as of late, whenever I peregrinate

Only one set of footprints are left behind

Perhaps what needs to really change for me

Is to truly quench, whats really missing?

 

Poet of the Light © 2019

Metallic

 

You silently pray love steals you away

She smartly smiled- our eyes locked

Time froze my utterance and courage

Just as she turned and walked away

Everything inside me hoped she’d turn back

Thereby thawing my fear with a glance

I was so filled with tunnel vision

To be shamefully honest- I didn’t notice

As her and the train both departed

 

I wanted so desperately

For her to know and really see me

It almost felt misguidedly obsessive

The year we spent sporadically chatting

But I dared not foolishly show it

Not openly at least, nor even audibly

A dark fog of shyness simply concluded

She’d too easily reject someone like me

What could I offer her anyways?

As I’ve learned through past scars

There is a vast difference

Between love and apathy gifting pity

Through out random conversations

Akin friends and palpable enemies

Cautiously afraid of the others true strength

Or notice all they held in common

 

While one loves in spite of everything

The other loves only to hate their life

And sympathy lays itself out bare

An unbiased bridge to both, unfortunately

Which is why real love is oft found

Unprepared in a welcoming sort of way

Perhaps I seemed- too welcoming?

 

Nonetheless, I remained reserved

The way a dinner table collects time

As timeless music faintly fills the air

Waiting for her- and perfect moments

To collide with my secret adoration

And then loves conception begets us

Mired in candle flames and glances

Over carefully planned aromatic dinners

Adorned with filled bordeaux’s of wine

Degusting the sweetness of life

Rapid heartbeats and conversations

Unconscious visual tantalization’s

Steamy smiles and bit lip inferences

That strings forth- love being lived

 

Oh the curse filled heart of a poet!

To live a dramatic life, torn heartbeats

Dying one moment whilst humanly clinging

To the frayed tether of idealistic hope

That love will come rescue me, for once

So that irony and I- need not meet…again

 

Poet of the Light © 2019

Needlework

 

Akin where the Cape Horn lies

Everyday I rise- and then fall

On but a razors edge unseen

Below the living surface

Demarcation of a soul lining

Pacific and Atlantic Oceans

Separated, to the naked eye

Much in the same way as

Death and life…neatly  sown

 

Poet of the Light © 2019

Simon-pure

 

Zephyrs filled with voices come

Some idealistic yet others musical

Their wake speaks the loudest truth

 

Like a neglected child- who lays

Upon the peripherals edge of day

I’ve come to fully embrace darkness

As if it were- my own sacred blanket

 

Where my pretentious best friend

Is merely echoes of what I’ve said

During my heartfelt vesper whispers

Reflecting the life as an enlightened

 

In that way I further pretend, I matter

To someone who’s out truly- looking

But will never find me…without a heart

 

Poet of the Light © 2019