Time
And time
Again
Silence is your only reply.
And so
This music in my soul
Becomes
My only company.
To this I can
Dance
Without
Regret.
Time
And time
Again
Silence is your only reply.
And so
This music in my soul
Becomes
My only company.
To this I can
Dance
Without
Regret.
I have kept every letter that you wrote.
I must confess,
I read them from time to time.
My heart swells
As I remember well
Your words even before
The papers unfold.
I grasp them as if they are you,
And hold them to my breast.
It is as though
Doing so might bring you back.
My tears flow.
How I wish you
Had known
How deeply my love was returned.
I
Caught you
Fixing your smile
While your heart was in denial
Of how you truly felt.
All of the sudden,
My steps
They falter.
One after
Another.
I am
Tripping and falling.
I see your silhouette in the distance.
I wait,
Barely breathing.
Seeing
If you will realize.
I seem to have fallen
So
Far
Behind.
Raw and gritty.
Poetic and pretty.
We choose our savior
Or poison
And hemorrhage ink.
Black and white.
Flat.
Words a medium through which
We express
Love,
Life,
Hope
And loss.
Alone,
Until they are shared in perfect sequence.
Our secrets no longer our own.
Emotions that have not a singular name;
There we find we are the same.
You speak
Softly,
Words
Dripping
With sweet honey.
Pleasant to hear.
Dressed up in delicate finery
And strategically placed
Amongst
Gems and Flowers.
Yet,
No matter how crafty you think you are
Dousing the final presentaion in aromatic fragrances
………………..
A lie
Is still
A lie
When
Traveling the speed of
Light
It is easy to lose
Clarity
Of
Sight
And
Mistake
A want
For
A need.
The cold has left my bones.
The blood is flowing freely
In my chest.
Only love remains
From a summer past.
On a hopeless night,
In a desolate place,
You came to me.
We whispered our names
In such a way
Only
Our
Souls
Would
Understand.
It
Wasn’t one big fall.
It was gradual.
A slight slip here.
A trip there.
Hands missing the railing,
Reaching and flailing.
Words left
Unattended,
Frightened inside.
Smiles left unshared.
Passing by averting eyes.
Little by little.
Skirting around the edges of hurt.
Vulnerabilities slowly
Caged and protected.
Until you found yourself
Eye
Level
With the
Dirt.
Carefully I tread
For I see the garden at your feet
Is in need
Of
Tending.
It has been a very hot,
Dry year.
Even your tears are not enough
To make the flowers grow.
I will wait with you until the rain begins
And I will
Be with you
When the
Rainbow
Comes.