In dreaming you come to me
And we kiss
And although three and a half decades
Have passed now since we last did
And you have now passed as well
As have any memory of kissing you then
In the moment our lips meet
Mine receptive, yours strongly intensional
I remember you clearly
As if no time has passed between us
As if your kiss carries your essence
And always has
And in that moment of remembering
I think I will always know you
Know your heart, and the love
Of all that is better left unsaid.
(10/5/26)
He said *someone else*
as lightly as if he were asking for water.
The glass between them was almost full.
She had prepared herself for goodbye,
not for the life he had already begun imagining without her.
She watched his mouth make a life without her—
his shoes beside another door,
his voice entering another morning,
his hand becoming familiar in someone else’s hand.
A drop of water slid down his glass
until the table took it.
There are moments when the body becomes strangely polite
to its own destruction.
Her hands stayed folded
even when every nerve in them wanted his sleeve.
When he stood, the chair dragged once against the floor—
a brief, ugly sound, then silence.
Some names are spoken until
there is nothing left to ask of them.
The door closed.
The room kept its two chairs, one table,
his unfinished water,
the faint warmth where his hand had been.
By evening, the world still had its evidence—
her footsteps, her shadow,
the quiet pulse at her wrist.
She went home with everything the world could see,
and without the one thing it could not.
Entry 47: The place where the missing years were kept. Referenced in several dreams but never located. Witnesses disagree whether it was a room, a season, or a river. Its absence remains unusually well preserved.
I traced old roads
through sleep,
past mile markers
erased by weather.
Something
had gone on living
without me.
At dawn,
the map contained
one less horizon.
In the evening a frog in the pool squeezes
That is him slowly tearing a paper of the letter
Which was long time waiting for a reader
About the tempers of the spring breeze
The toad of the moon fell into the night
Alike the moonlights smoothly dumping water
For pursuing a company to the lonely spirit
Warm and tender
The evening is dark and cold for sorrow
Allowing tears no longer waiting for a breath
Touching out the temper of the spring breeze
As Soft and quiet as a quiet lady of dews
Grief is a ghost writer filling the page
Tearing the soul and drowning in rage
Exposing the pain of one that is lost
Searing the mind whatever the cost
Penning the end of all that was shared
Punishing angst for those that are spared
A heart that still beats but loses its rhythm
Trapped in a world where light has no prism
Darkness is now all which is seen
For love that is lost, a love so serene
PERSEPHONE
The rivers on the rise
Fires sweeping through the trees
You gather up the strings
Loose, your memories
letters under sweaters
All the useless things
Bind them all together
That meant so much to me
Laying out your tarot
Spinning in the air
A flower on the gallows
By letting down your hair
Melting in a forge
A lock without a key
Hecate with her torch
To your Persephone
Waiting out your limbo
To leave without a trace
Searching for that window
Stepping into space
Diana with her arrow
Her hounds of hurt and love
One to wound with words
One to lick the cuts
Talking over coffee
Leading to affairs
Writing me that letter
And stepping off the chair
Hecate aided Demeter by searching for Persephone through the night with her torches, later becoming Persephone's companion in the underworld.
My grief is a ghostwriter
who pens the pages of my poetry
culled from lost love
and the quiet tragedy of pain
bubbling in the concealed crucible
of my wounded heart
that spills words out like a pyroclastic flow
burning with emotion upon a poetic page
to express a shadowed loneliness
still damp from my yesterday's sadness
when love was an untarnished tender leaf
before it began to spiral and curl
from a cold wind of change
to leave me a lonely sparrow on the wing
immersed in an empty sky
following sadness toward a dim-lit darker pathos
where words are whispered in a melancholy misery
as my heart pleads to be heard
from the expressed poetry of my soul
scarred from the illusion of rapture
that lived and died...if only I could forgive
the gloom of promises from lovers
found on the boundary of misplaced dreams
scorched by the fangs of fire...that left ashes
scattered throughout the landscape of my heart
where my saddest poetry is scribed
Entry 81: A door appearing repeatedly in accounts of childhood, though never in the same location twice. Some reports place it in a hallway; others in a field after rain. All agree it stood open and led elsewhere.
I arrived late.
The hinges
still remembered
movement.
Beyond,
a brightness
neither welcomed
nor refused.
The threshold
outlived the house.
FOLLOW
I trust the night, the dark, the stars
As I do you, in trust my heart
If they so chose to burn and fall
I'll follow you, catch them all
All the clouds, a rainy day
We will steal them all away
The Sun, the Moon, take them too
Hang them all inside your room
We'll flood the seas upon the floors
Cast your bed to distant shores
Of all the things I should have done
To follow you would be the one
I’ve tasted the sweetest of lips—
plump, embedded in rare nectars.
The scent of your skin lingers on me:
a velvety, flawless cashmere of senses,
an aroma envious of exquisite flowers' perfumes.
I’ve tasted the sweetest of lips...
and the scar that was left in my soul.
Note: The background art was AI-assisted and curated solely to enhance the dark, somber mood of my original poem.
Down I fall, to my knees.
The pain is to much to bear.
If you can hear me, please help me.
My love for him will never cease.
It’s strong beyond compare.
Down I fall, to my knees.
Time can’t be bought—nothing is free.
I wish we had more time to share.
If you can hear me, please help me.
I whisper softly through the trees.
Why is life so unfair?
Down I fall, to my knees.
If time can heal, then tell me please—
Lord, do you hear my prayers?
If you can hear me, please help me.
It’s only him, I long to see.
Our love will always be there.
Down I fall, to my knees.
If you can hear me, please help me.
NEVERNESS
The hazel trees
In Autumn bliss
Like snow, the leaves
We push and kick
The turquoise seas
Enfolds a mist
So none could see
The way, our kiss
The sky would lie
All witnesses
Take our side
Who point at us
The Sun would shine
Cast them blind
Just you and I
In Neverness
When I wake
Another day
I'll find myself
Back in your way
Your clothes
Your purse
Your makeup first
Your coat
Your keys
Late for work
Don't wait up
You'll call, unless
I'll lie
I'll wait
As you undress
In shadows shy
A silhouette
You'll lie beside
In Neverness
I want to write about love
I want to write about how deep these roots have planted themselves in my chest,
How the leaves have stained my favorite sweater
I want to write about the summer again
How the wind brushed gently against my body
Or how I'd go out at night and tell the moon everything about you
I'd tell her how pretty you were
And how much I enjoyed your company.
I haven't talked to her in a while
She turns her back to me when go out at night.
I wish this clock would stop ticking.
And this stupid book.
I wish the letters would rearrange themselves into a story that was about us
And the ending I always wish we had
I still think you have the prettiest eyes by the way
But I wish I could take back everything I said.
My bestie friend has gone away
taken away that faithful day
I can't believe you are really gone
why you go and left me alone
I guess it was time according to God
I cannot shake this oh my God
I just saw you not that long ago
that faithful day you were alone
I feel so lost I dont believe it
I cant even go to see your mother
if I do I know I will cry
I dont want her to see the redness in my eyes
Its been two years I still feel sorrow
Im so lost and wish I could borrow
the strength of someone stronger then me
As I write this I still hope you will remember me
Until that day I will see you around
push the last of the dirt from the ground
one last breathe
one last tear
I miss you my friend
especially when Im still here
LOST
Tears
Without a face
Cannot run
They've lost their way
They stream inside
A deep dark lake
Erodes, divides
And reshapes
IF you are never noticed ... No one will notice your pain
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