Forgotten

With a heavy heart I am writing this poem, when catching my breath I was awakened by a flying star knocking at my window, wondering why am I concerned that I forgot even in the darkness there is a light? I needed proof to eliminate the jeopardy I am in tonight as I am constantly being reminded of my past, needing to forget I beg, for new beginnings. I want to stop agonising sitting here all night weeping missing him and afraid of my own shadow. I do not want any more to be moved by his words, but await his action to show me how strong is his love towards me, yet knowing I will remain badly hurt in isolation. In order for my love to end, I needed someone to help me, I needed a transformation to remove my heart's obscurity. I am very old, but the odd thing is I do not feel old. I have lost my youth and there is nothing in this world, that can return it to me. Oh sun, go away, bring the wind to destroy my soul and sink my heart to the bottom of the deep ocean. I used to prefer to watch the rising sun, then to the setting of the moon, as darkness violates the beating of my heart and soul. I wish I could have some spiritual refuge to unburden my life with someone I trust; that I could clear the skies for the doves to fly in circles around me, whisper their lyrics_ around my solitaire true love, and wish that moment would live forever. I know now that the planet rules our lives, and the shining stars when they shine above us, will always remind me that today I am here, without his shadow. I will bring into existence all reasons to be happy by ordering the fog never to cloud my thoughts. Therese Henoud 29 July 2016.