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.
We wait for the night,
dry from the sun,
weak to our roots.
We yearn for moisture,
We wait for the night,
for the moonlight
to ease our pain.
We wait for the dew
to quench our thirst,
to replenish our souls.
We wait for the sun
to lift its fiery head
and begin its daily ritual.
We are ready
to face the new day
with arms lifted.
Please wash away my sorrow and pain.
Let it flow down the streets with the rain.
Dissolved in torrents of despair and sadness,
Joining others on its way past the madness.
The ocean may take it far away
To places, we cannot even say,
Where no one recognizes its sting
Or knows the infliction it can bring.
Let the rain grow harder with its might,
Becoming hail on this fateful night.
I want to be free of all traces
Of unwanted feelings and faces.
My body grows cold from the rain.
It stands clean and free from the pain.
Shivers create a path on my spine
As I wait in the dark woods of pine.
I hold my head high to the wet spray;
It becomes a mist of blue and grey.
The faucet has turned off for the night,
Leaving me feeling clean and so right.
Words fill the crevices of my mind.
Emotions that are too hard to find.
Love poetry trembles from my lips.
Your passion I can bear in small sips.
Behind closed eyes, I can still see your face.
Hard features I cannot seem to erase.
Filled pages fall from my open fingers.
The unspoken love sonnet still lingers.
Maybe I should burn my wall of pages
To help clear my mind of these wild rages.
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,
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.
Plumbers and Gasfitters Employees’ Union Building, Melbourne, Graeme Gunn, 1968-71.
A COMPLICATED NIGHT
The street lights refuse to glow on this dark night,
adding to my increasing shivers and fright.
I should not have agreed to come here
in darkness crippling me with fear.
Through the lit window, I spot a figure.
The shadow moves closer and grows bigger.
My hand lifts to grasp the railing,
then both my arms are flailing.
A bullet has grazed my left shoulder,
leaving the pain behind to smolder.
My right-hand reaches across to staunch the blood
as I turn to flee before my tears can flood.
I zigzag through the deserted streets of the town,
all the while praying that no others are around.
Life of a spy is not an easy one,
like a roller coaster without the fun.
Straight ahead stands another figure.
He signals for me not to linger.
My partner opens the passenger door for me.
I am on my way to get out of this scot-free.
Olga Akasi aka Ольга Акаси (Ukrainian, b. 1970, Kiev, Ukraine) – Found By Nobody Paintings: Oil on Canvas
I cry in the morning.
I cry into the night.
Tears to fill an ocean.
I won’t give up the fight.
I will wait each day.
Bow my head and pray.
You’ll return to me.
I can’t set you free.