rungs and necessary elements…

when if turns into is –

tomorrow,

yesterday –

i’ll still be waiting here for you,

midnight anticipating dawn…

 

long –

the shadows on the road –

with miles left yet to travel –

but i’ve grown weary of the journey…

 

time used to be a friend of mine –

until the days behind were greater than ahead.

 

quickly –

earnestly –

i grasp for one more rung on this ladder of my life –

ambitious –

determined –

seeking consistency

in a mercurial world…

 

can you reach out a hand today?

this friend indeed –

is more than just a friend in need –

and you,

much more than just the axis to a world

ever so quickly turning!

 

– of you!

where are you hiding,

ray of light?

i closed my eyes –

just for a moment,

and you were gone…

 

where did you run to,

with my could?

you leave me here –

holding only my might…

 

once upon a time –

far away –

long ago –

possibly stopped by,

but i, 

too encumbered with couldn’t,

didn’t try to entertain…

 

now my here is dark,

and oh so lonely!

no promise of dawn –

no full moon bright to cast even a shadow…

 

discordant,

the music in my head –

but in my heart,

only the sound of breaking –

 

– glass – through which i

can see,

but never feel the touch –

shudder

ignorance – i passed on the street today –
(outspoken bias like a crows call).
we did not speak,
well,
he tried…
(insidious comments – contrite, obtrude)
my thoughts remained inside my head,
(impulse fighting lips – pursed tight!)…

safely passed,
i turned to take one final glance –
(no fear of turning to salt!).
hoping i would see – nothing…

how shocked to find –
old nemesis –
hypocrite!

i thought that time would take away the memories,
(bottles sank in a distant sea – message lost),
but i find –
all too available –
feelings,
(anguish, hurt, remorse),
and try as i may –
i just cannot erase your touch…
(nails on a chalkboard),
or remove the splinters of your hurt from my heart…
(time does not heal all wounds!)

Sonnet #1: What I have found in you.

My friend – you touch me deeper than the sun,

And every smile you smile fills up my soul!

With you it matters not what I have done,

For all my dreams you’ve taken and made whole!

Before your touch my life was closing fast.

But then you came and opened up the door.

Now all my insecurities have passed.

I’ve found with you a life and so much more!

You’ve brought the sun and rolled the clouds away.

And I can see new hopes and dreams ahead.

I’ll never wonder what to do or say,

Because with you all thanks can go unsaid!

 

If I had one small gift to give to you –

     To find in me – what I have found in you!

to the world

ice is forming –
on the windows –
now.
i hear the whistle of the wind –
its song,
so sad!

everywhere –
in cold secluded –
silence,
every-thing – captured
within grey!

no longer do the birds
in joyful chorus –
sing happily their songs,
their words lie frozen –
broken as the surface of the sky.

i touch the glass –
to wipe the discontent away –
to see if i may find you there –
peering in –
desperation eyes –
searching –
longing!

but i find only lonely shades of winter –
placid as the frozen sea –
of your indifference!

seepage of your light

i cling to you like – spider webs –
you brush away!
i wrap myself inside your thoughts,
submerge myself within your silent eyes –
yet you don’t – see me,
don’t even – feel me…
how is it – my precious friend –
your life can be so – full,
so closed?
i take just so little room –
a hurried breath,
or thought,
or maybe just a simple – sigh!
please make some room for this scared dream –
or else – i die!

intermission

on a stage built for another day,
psycho’s dance like marionettes –
the only difference between them,
and sanity,
lies in the hands of the one holding the strings…

you speak to me –
words fragile as eggshells –
divert my attention,
momentarily,
from the lunatics i currently entertain.
and for a moment –
i am free!

why is it –
my friend –
you cannot let the anchor hold?
exciting – you are.
outbursts more intense than December lightening.
intensity – rivaled only by the sun.
but you choose,
to refrain.
drawn up deeper inside yourself than darkness to night,
you leave me alone to drift in your enigmatic currents.
cast-away,
mere ripples of memories in search of a shore.

too faint for blue

and on this particular day –
in – just this same spot –
you –
i –
did engage in life;
day,
sun,
moon,
dawn – all shared experiences –
beneath the same sky…

holding here –
in these trembling hands –
(insecure most definitely wins over self-control),
all of the nothing,
even remotely – un-acceptable gift –
(when all you have to offer is less than sky,
too faint for blue…)

i have found –
over time –
that life – my life –
is not defined by the things that happen to me –
but more,
how i react to them.

i take a moment –
today –
wrap my brain around the inevitable truth:
life (the process),
is (unequivocally),
most –
awesome!
(there shall be no compromise!).

eclectic as a shrew

anxious permeates the room –

when you walk in.

a storm in liberation –

intriguing,

as much as darkness feels about light…

evasive –

you –

escaping into – might.

no matter how hard I will you back to – is.

acutely aware of the risk,

am I –

yet unable to resist!

palliative –

you have become.

to my addiction,

oh-so-eager to

assist…

poem

i long to be the – oh –
the – wow –
exhilarating gasp of – awe,
in an otherwise quiet room!

to be that –
suspect,
that –
even remotely – considered.

to be –
consumed –
as breath –
entering in –
and back out again.
unassuming,
yet essential –
inasmuch as believe,
to dream…

you are that –
deity –
on which i hang
(effortlessly)
my hope.
demagogue to champion compassion.
and i –
your willing martyr!