This dusty radio sits by the window.
Sunlight through blind slits highlights
Particles;
A slow dance of sorts.
It does not work now though,
Soundless.
I hear the memories of music and slow conversations,
Laughter and tears.
Residual smoke scent and I cough.
I try to turn it on again,
Click, click, hope.
I put a plant on top of it now.
New life supported by
Ghosts.
She does look beautiful.
Still silent.
Defy your fears.
Take courage of heart
And
Rise.
Lift yourself up and out,
Into the sunlight.
Rest there as long as you need
Feeling heat upon skin;
Breathing air into the neglected depths
Of your lungs.
Here you will feel once more
The blood beating through your veins.
Remember yourself.
Listen. There is your heart song.
Allow yourself to weep,
Allow yourself to sing.
One, two , three inhale and roar.
One, two, three take a chance and soar.
Many hours
Even music cannot fill the darkness.
So in silence I sit,
In silence
I am full.
Many days my heart is too heavy,
My sight barricades itself
I have not the strength to lift
My
Pen and place it to paper
Or my eyes to sunlight.
I sit in darkness.
In darkness I rest.
And I sink
Beyond my knees to earth.
Beyond touch of hand
Or restless thoughts
Where I lie.
For I do not even whisper there,
I do not not even cry.
Beautiful one.
So in love with the way the sunlight
Falls
From
Such a distance
To give of itself.
Gracefully
Placing what life it has left
Upon the petals
Of the blooming flower.
That is where you will find her,
Amongst the flowers.
If you come sit with her a while
You will fall in
Love
Too.
In silent corners
I am resuscitated.
The closeness of the walls
Has
Become my safety.
Sunlight filters through dust particles,
Trying to reach me.
I can still feel the heat
On my skin,
Yet it is only my heart
That is scorched.
Chole Into Diamonds 