musing
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emptied hourglasses
What was it that changed? Did they give you something that I couldn’t have aside from peace of mind all this love I had left to give I think the problem was that we had too much time and not enough time to do anything
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trickled matter
What’s in a faces name a kaleidoscope of colors different speeches I once tried to construct yours tried to map out your features etch that sound onto my tongue It had amounted to nothing but fragments of stardust trickled matter It all amounts to nothing in your eyes
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inadequate winds
Where are you during these times I have been thinking of you constantly the winter wind seems to stop for nobody not even us I’m envious of that space vast currents possibly kissing your skin I am missing you terribly
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serendipities
I can still picture the way those eyes ran through me, penetrating my soul. The warmth of his hand searing onto my cheek. I never felt more alive than in that spare moment. A flash of serendipity that casted me into nirvana for a split second; the only thing cocooning me in was that…
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Pickpocketing danger
The sunflowers have no smell to them this year- they reek of frost and desolation. Putrid yellow tendrils tangling with the Earth. I am waiting for them to ravish this planet. To bear destruction that they so often bring. Their demeanor gives one a sense of amour, flushed happiness hiding its true intent. I…
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As I Lay….
There are stars embedded into this ceiling. Dazzling shapes of pentagrams, just glowing and blooming, sculpted across that plaster. I used to lay in my bed dreaming of those speckles. I imagined that maybe if I could reach high enough, if I just grasp onto whatever edge I could touch, that I might…
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sinewed attraction
when I think of you I think of tulips sunlight tinged with mirth I fancy you are a force greater than gravity
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Ballad for Two
I wake to your laughter; two wide smiles full of happiness. I wonder what I would do without them. If I never got to experience those two small bodies full of love. Completely unadulterated and gifted just for me. You two, who were woven from the traces of my soul. You two, who are…
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reflections
What do you call these showers when April passes. It rains here so much I’m afraid I’m stuck in that month. It mocks me, those cruel days snicker at my repetition. It turns on and off, off and on; rain casts drizzles that have no place to go. These waters flood my streams, their…
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littering rays
The moon is radiant tonight spilling ringlets of rays down I wonder if this is what they mean when they say the sky is alive
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flurry
They say it’s going to snow here after those seventy two hours of constant rain I was afraid the earth was going to be swallowed up Now it will be blanketed in white pillage swarming beneath our feet How funny it is that dew drops turn into sprinkles concrete melts…
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Bottles of Lavender
You are so soft and succulent so elegant in your shaping When I think of you I think of dew drops and fallen snow I dream of dancing peaches mahogany eyes brown speckled skin glittering of gold You greet me with warmth apple pies on sunny days moon rays singing …
Éloa 