Disapointed Dreams

There's comfort here,
yes, even here -
amidst uncertainty and fear -
melancholy - this disease,
here amongst green and budding trees
of spring who cry out natures hope,
all the while the hopeless rope
of sadness hugs my
fragile neck,
old friend of mine
he visits me and keeps my soul
from being free.
With sorrows disappointment brings
the death knell of my
childish dreams -
dreams concocted by girlish heart
whose demise began before the start,
yet, they start, and start, and start again -
oh, disappointment - lifelong friend,
you never fail me,
here you stay,
and keep those girlish dreams at bay.

Solemn Mass for the Sad of Heart

Skeleton trees hold dawn in their clutches.
Surreal and tenuous grasp on reality.
Eyes struggle to relate to the mind,
the earth spins and with it time.
What melancholy covers mirth?
Pull it off my soul,
this blinding control
the clock has over freedom.
Landscape stretches ahead.
The dark of night has had its say.
The challenge of the new day
lays before, draw a breath -
smoke burns my eyes and fills my chest.
Red blood wine pours down my throat,
It fills my brain's crimson mote,
numbs my soul so pain grows dim,
this is the saddest requiem,
be still - wait - time will pass
and end this melancholy mass.

Unreal Reality

Perception's limit expands to encompass

unfathomable magnitudes of existence

Art by Ben Heine

dreams barely recalled upon waking

clock draws us on in linear motion

mind lives inside a world untamed by time

thoughts tumble and travel forward and back

unencumbered by laws which rule the world

imagine the magic that lives in the atom

material life filled with mystery-unseen

felt in the soul of every human

longing to know that which is unknown

in the stars of night skies a feeling of wonder

we're so small, yet so vast our potential to feel

miracles of life fill every moment

soul's eyes see what this feeling reveals

This is reality - nothing is real. 

Miraculous You

Mind always reaching for connections,
in each of you I see a Universe-
a melody of elements converging
into a symphony unique - beautiful.

Eyes taking in the tangible reality,
hair, eyes, hands, body,
features combined making the visibly you,
I see parts of me, he, and she there - breathtaking.

Ears absorb the sound of your ideas,
music of who you are soothes me,
your thoughts expressed in language
composed into the you I know - amazing.

Arms folding you into embrace,
I hold the Universe of you close -
my emotion flows between us in harmony,
I enfold the whole that is you - miraculous.

Unceasingly surprised by your genius,
I take no credit for the wonder of you,
I thank God for the miracle that you are,
I count myself blessed to know you - love. 

Miss You

"Pain has an element of blank;
It cannot recollect
When it began, or if there was
A time when it was not."
-Emily Dickinson

An element of blank.

That is what is left.

I pass it by and glance,

the void is hard to miss,

it rests upon my lips

where you left your kiss.

It walks beside my shadow,

calling to my heart,

it was born into existence

at the moment of your depart.

I try hard not to look

avert my glance to the horizon,

it will follow me I know

until I lay my eyes on

your sweet smiling face,

until then time shall pass,

I'll wait for your embrace,

and live the life I'm in,

until the moment comes

when you return again.

My Destiny, My Creation

In this world of chaos

I find myself often at a loss,

for those who leave me wounded

and never know the cost.

I take comfort in the happiness

that I find each day.

I pick up bits of joy

I find along my way,

with my friends, my family

those ones I hold so dear -

When I reach out to them

they are always near.

The comfort of the small things

the beauty of the sun

the rising of the moon

when this day is done

brings dreams I weave into

a tale that is my own.

Inside my own creation

is where I find my home. 

So here I leave you reader

with advice I give myself,

don't waste a moment wishing,

put grief on sorrow's shelf.

Take hold of that you wish for

and make it all your own.

Pave the road to your dreams

with your hands - and your's alone.

Love of Apollo

The sun radiates energy

refracted into heart

transformed into warmth

melting coldness from soul

waves of tranquility

fold over

chill departs

spectrum of energy

colored by glass

through mind

through body

these colors pass

unique chroma

reflect from these here

colors blend in this atmosphere

becoming you, becoming me

becoming who is meant to be.