Floating in the dark of night
After birds have taken flight.
Out in the sea, I drift alone
Where no one else dares to roam.
Tears fall upon my face
As they increase their pace.
I am flooded with grief and despair.
I free my braid and cut chunks of hair.
I don’t need to be a beauty anymore.
He’s walked out of the proverbial door.
I am free to drift with the night or
Visit the depths of the ocean floor.
No one searches for me.
I take a step, I’m free.
Sadness follows me
wherever I go.
It haunts me
in all its forms.
There’s no escape
from its long arms.
I close my eyes
but feel its long shadow.
Carl Gustav Carus (1789-1869) – Faust’s Dream
ARE WE ALONE?
Friends and family.
Are they with us?
I can feel them.
A thickness in the air.
A soft touch.
A slight breeze.
Is my brother gone,
Or is he still with me?
I feel him beside me.
He chuckles at my blunders.
Laughs at my jokes.
Cries when I’m hurt.
He is with me.
Always.
Forever.
HEARTBREAK
Your blue light pierces my heart,
A glow like a work of art.
I lift my face to receive your kiss.
I knew it would be a hit or miss.
My glimmer pales and grows dim.
But I refuse to run after him.
No one can know my pain
of loving someone in vain.
ICY FURY
A duel to end all duels.
A battle to the death.
The wind strengthens the waves.
No time to take a breath.
The waves tease the shore,
Striking with pounding fury.
The sand is mere dust.
My vision has turned blurry.
Heat flows through my veins,
Leading me to the light.
Human flesh brings love.
I won’t back from this fight.
He rises from the ocean,
A body in constant motion.
His body melts in droplets.
I still yearn for his devotion.
Cold no longer waits for me.
Empty is the void inside.
He cannot leave without me.
But he turns his face in pride.
His fury slices the shore,
His presence felt in the wind.
I can still hear his deep voice,
Calling for me to join him.
THE DEAD GAME
Smoke fills my lungs,
I stand strong.
Petals to the sky,
I fulfill my destiny.
Tears burn holes
never to be filled.
Demons in my soul
leave scars never repaired.
Each sigh forces a step back.
Each storm bends my stem a bit more.
I persevere through the rain,
the sleet,
the snow.
I yield to the sun and the moon.
I take what is given.
I replace when I’m able.
Though dry are my leaves,
I lift them to the sky.
Though parched are my lips,
I face the sun.
Smoke burns my eyes,
but I see clear.
I bow my head.
Color my world in shades of pink,
so long as I don’t have to think.
Brush more color in strokes of blue,
so I don’t have to think of you.
Add a mist of dark green
until I’m ready to scream.
Throw more colors at me,
but I know what I’ll see.
A world faded to black
until I get you back.
