Daybreak

Finally I’m here today

Flying high on feathers of hope

Refusing to remain tight like a bud

From the risk of budding under the scorching sun

I often hear laughter invited from beyond

The shame, the dark thoughts and spite

Do they intend to break my spirit?

And hide my teary eyes beneath a bowed head?

The small bird sings a tune without words

Perching in the stems of my soul

Reminding that whether still or not

The daybreak is astoundingly clear

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Theory of Beauty

……and no beauty at all

Like the Sun

She trusted explicitly

her rebellious act

against the angels

they had lied

again

 

She had escaped

to rescue her spirit

it will no longer be

ruled from the outside

 

She was a woman

full of quests and charm

her past was never a burden

because it lightened her soul

 

Like the sun

she was alone

but would never sell

her days for gold and promises

 

Let them think what they want

but she was in love with the soft breeze

she needed to listen to everything it carried

illuminating everything in her life like the sun

Worth

Worth is that sickly anticipation

Of breathing through the night

Passing over deep shadows

Via semblance of truths

 

It is the urgency of escaping

From the haunted house

That rendered the once

Youthful and lovely

Old and veined

 

It is that sod ding intelligence

Of enjoying the serenity

Of the inner voice

Soft in its

Demands

 

Worth is nagging

Is disturbing

As doomsday

Is the danger

Of drowning

In spilled thoughts

 

It is freeing from

The clock of fear

And getting caught

In the strangeness

Of twists & turns

Delighting in

Their hurt

And joy

Needing

Feeling

Your Eyes

I am afraid

To look into your eyes

Eloquent in my language

They steal away my thoughts

How do I know they are honest?

Do they carry deep dark secrets?

I fear for the words that they hold

But I crave to hear them speak

And taste the sea of mystery

To lose myself once more

Free my burdened heart

Open the doorway

Of my liberty

Ineptness

Passion

Love

A Touch

Unafraid of feeling unwanted or unloved

She was safely hidden in her cocoon

Loneliness had colored her beauty

It was warm and cold all at once

Sleepless nights were hushed

By the howling of her heart

Calling out until he came

A simple touch and kiss

She, a bright butterfly

Free, vivid and prized

The ticking of time

Altered his image

Into a ghost

Her heart

A fiasco

Gone

Dying Soul

My soul was spilling thick angry blood

And just when I thought I was ending

The cold dead moon stirred vaguely

Murky clouds tearing apart hastily

Dark shadows approaching

The crow silent but ready

On still hollow trees

Dark silhouette

Embraced me

I was safe

Alive

I Know I want You

I like when you are not easy

Also all the games you play

Your shy and tender smile,

That teases my soul and heart

All makes me want you now

Even if I don’t know you

Or even know what you are

But I know I want you

Because I want my magic

Are you my magic?

That I’ve sought all my life?

As Lovers Do…

Too Dark to See