Only a Dream

I had a dream.

My mind was filled

with images of

carvings out of exotic woods

songs passionately played

words smithed into beautiful poetry.

I saw a lovely garden

planted by the very hands

which turned to gold

everything they touched.

In vibrant reds and pinks,

roses grew for the one

he loved.

Swirling letters in

calligraphic art

formed those very words

my heart cried.

This vision brought me

to tears,

to the very brink

of collapse,

for as I awoke

to morning's sun

I understood.

In my sleep, I saw

what I wished

I was.

Then I accepted

that it was

only a dream.

Picking up the Pieces

I'm trying to find back

remnants of confidence

which never really existed.

Sweeping illusions under

a rug of mediocrity,

reflection is a game

I'd rather not play.

Looking backwards leads

to a world

of darkness

sadness

regret.

Buoyed by support

from those who

understand

care

love

I don't mindlessly drift

upon this sea of tears,

but riding waves of

emotion

I learn to let currents

of feelings

guide me

to a safe haven.

Uncertainty in self

clouds my ability

to let people in,

but through

my words

my poems

I offer a glimpse

of my heart,

my soul

my mind.

With each hurt I write,

I step out

of that firing line

which shatters me

I run into your arms

for help

for support

and together we work

at picking up

the pieces.

beyond the hurt

days have passed by,

sun and moon running

their course

time has moved on

each day blending into

the previous one

tomorrow holds promise

of healing,

yet the future

never arrives

we are left to languish,

wondering about our ability

to forgive

forget

move on

it’s easy, it’s hard

I’ve made a mess of

trying to clean up

the pieces of

my broken heart

my face smiles

my heart cries

I hide behind lights

of darkness,

afraid that someone might see

me

and my broken

desire to write words

of peace.

I seek your friendship,

your respect

your love

for that is what will take me

beyond the hurt.

Starlit Muse

I lay under

shimmering stars,

pale moonlight washes

over me in gentle

illumination.

Monotonous tones

of cicadas fill

the air.

My mind searches for

a sound…

a melody of inspiration,

harmony hitting notes

of enlightenment.

Clouds frolick,

muted in their movement.

Yet that dance...

a glimpse!

Briefly time stood still

as I saw you

in the heavens.

A wispy smile offers

a glimpse

of our sun's fading light,

and those eyes...

those eyes cast

a gaze of love

into my soul.

You became

my starlit muse.

finding peace

somedays it’s nice
just to sit
relax
unwind

free one’s mind
of thoughts which
drag us down.

feet propped up
on an ottoman
eyes closed
music playing

idyllic

rye ‘n’ coke
and a bag of chips

guilty pleasures
lend a helping hand
to bring us
up

a temporary utopia
is what I need
crave
desire

in the absence
of sadness
sorrow
disappointment
I find
peace.