We were two sinking ships
Who could not quite
Reach each other in the squall.
Too
Overwhelmed and lost;
Arms too weakened to hold
Anyone but ourselves
Above the crashing waves.
Oh how I loved you.
And the crashing thunder
Roared pitilessly
Drowning out the sound
Of my breaking heart
As I,
Myself drowning,
Helplessly watched
You drift out of
Sight.
Seems she has been in her cocoon
For some time now.
Lingering
There,
In between.
Wings damp
Eyes wide open
Wondering if maybe she took too long,
For she has always been one to fall behind.
Following her heart in haste
Leaving her mind reeling;
Confused by the games.
(She thinks she was sleeping while they read the rules)
She had immersed herself in
Her own
Ethereal
Delicious love
Only to find herself alone
Upon
Emerging from the healing.
She will rise up through
The air
Now.
She is aware
Ceilings, walls
And floors
Are imaginary.
I have planted myself
And keep grasping the earth with
All my strength.
Yet my
Tender flowers do
Whither
From the weight of sorrow.
Hollow sighs escape my lips.
I am
No longer reaching.
How full these petals might bloom at the sight
Of the
Sun;
Or your face.
There are people i remember,
Then those
I have forgotten
Until i see their
Face.
And memories return
But not the same memories
They recall;
And i think
Isn’t that odd
What means the most?
Some are ghosts
And some still wander here with feet upon
This earth.
I am left pondering
As they walk away;
Until
Thunder startles
Me.
And i remember
There are things I have left undone.
The lessons we learn
Are meant to be shared
Not to close hearts,
But to open them.
I wonder,
In these dreams
I dream,
Where people come to visit
Is it I
Myself
Who has invited them
Or do they come of their own accord?
Do they,
As I lie missing them,
Long for my company
In the beyond
As well?
As long as we believe
Karma
To be a
Means of getting even
We
Perpetuate
Madness.
I know I have not
Completely
Severed the ties of resentment;
Hurt and
Anger
From the past,
But I am
Working on it.
Some of these tethers I have been unraveling
For
They
Feel too thick to cut.
Non the less
I feel lighter
Every day.
Sacred fires burn within
You
Which transcend time and space.
Recall this
When you believe you are depleted,
These fires never
Extinguish.
They are tended to by
Angels.
I posted this poem a while back. I recently have been adding some of my writings to my photos.
(one of my other passions)
I am a bit technically challenged but slowly getting the hang of it.
Chole Into Diamonds 