I cried for you
The tears you denied yourself.
Knowing what you had been through.
What you will endure.
Because I know the face you keep from the sun.
I know the heart you keep undone.
The face I have always loved.
The heart I have always loved.
Always.
Those who have lived
More than one life
In this lifetime
Know that forgiveness is
True
Love.
You will dream of me
Until your end.
And then on misty moor;
Through shadows gloom
Will you continue to roam.
Evermore
Forsaking your eternal home.
Your longing unending.
Arms always empty
In your shapeless form.
Not long enough
Did you hold me while your heart
Was still warm.
At this time
You may not require the burning light
Of the sun
To revive yourself.
It might feel too harsh and the heat
Much too
Intense.
Sometimes it is the gentle
Caress
Of the moonlight you may wish for
To enlighten your heart.
The moon.
Ever steady,
Waxing and waning.
Both the moon and the sun give light freely.
Each
Have their own gift to offer
A soul in need.
I thought I was so clever.
Taking such care to identify
Any deadly flora before entering
Your garden.
Still,
Enamored by the roses
I endured the bloodlust of
Your thorns.
The scars live in me today.
Legs shaking.
Mind blank.
Heart seizing inside her chest.
Hands trembling
She takes the stage.
Silence ensues
As she steps to the edge,
Takes a breath
And becomes
The music
To which there
Is
No End.
Not one to make
New Year’s Resolutions
She has always had
The resolve to
Let go of objects and people
Or
Start
Something new
On any given
Monday
The year throughout.
Yes I have an affinity
For
Rainbows
And
Getting lost.
Kind words and lip gloss.
Singing in the rain
And record players.
Wind in my hair
And
Silence.
Dancing by myself and stranger’s grins.
Sand in my toes
And the smell of mountain air
On my skin.
So many little things that go so far.
Yes they make me smile.
You see
These little things save me
From myself.
This incredible sadness
Pretends to play nice
With my endless madness.
It heaves in my heart
Swearing we shall never part;
For it loves me ever so.
Sadness only wants to hold me and
Keep me company,
But madness swears
It’s had my back since the start
Therefore remains my truest friend.
And to the argument there seems to be
No end.
I just want them to be allies
And leave me
Here on the summit high.
Just let me be.
Let me be.
Simply be.
Chole Into Diamonds 