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Unclear nightA blurry indistinct moon.
A smudged fingerprint of paint
On the rich navy blue of the night.
I remember its dust oceans,
As I sought out planets,
Dreamed of being an astronaut,
And named all the stars.
I can’t even make out those lights
--not without a struggle.
Those glittering constellations
That I adored to watch sparkle as a child.
Those gone away watched down from them,
And I made my wishes,
So many careless childhood wants.
It never occurring perhaps I ought be serious,
After all, time then was meaningless,
I ought have wished to preserve my sight.
Spectacles growing stronger with each prescription.
The clear world without lenses growing smaller
--even with some edges are fuzzed.
Stronger glass focusing and sharpening the night for me,
But the wishes now just seem artificial
Last years storm.The skies were violet ahead,
Behind us they were black
As the downpour blurred the lines,
Smeared the road and smudged the headlights.
The colours washed from the world
The red of the tail-lights clinging ‘til last,
The weather chasing us,
Trailing road-weary travellers
As we attempted to find the other side of the storm,
And with it the last of the December-- the last of the years sunlight
--the radio told us ‘Tonight is forever…’
With a sideways glance and a half smile,
I hoped it was just the start.
DecisionI made up my mind,
Although it feels like the last step
In my complete undoing --
Like fabric unravelling,
I have nothing to hold onto
As I begin to rapidly fray,
As I fall to pieces.
Lessons learned the hard way,
With nothing to show
But a hand-full of loose threads,
And bittersweet memories.
Flotsam and jetsamAdrift in a sea of turmoil;
Hoping to weather the tempest of emotions,
Or drown in the infinite swell of the storms,
Lest the endless monotony of lace-like sea-foam
On velvet waves drive this stranded sailor mad.
Sirens lie among the weaves of my plot
-- I’m certain of it,
We play hide and seek with human feelings.
Fish-hooks and your words
Both have barbs -you try to anchor me
But still I cast my lines into nothingness,
Fin-like, your moods shift languidly,
Even if still, smooth and calm
I expect sharks, rocks, reefs - icebergs!
Other such perils in wait.
The ship-wreckage in my soul
I’m unsure if its slowly being reclaimed
Broken down into so much driftwood
Or repaired somehow --rebuilt
I salvage what I can.
Certain it breaches most rules for a sea-worthy vessel
But tell that to the marauders;
Flying their skull and crossbones flags
They could care less…
Even listing dangerously - I allegedly tempt them in.
I can count the holes-- still I float--
Although I feel wr
Country roadThe dusk was falling
And the road dusty and long
You drove and the radio was country and western
My tangled hair caught on our lips as we kissed and laughed
Scuffed cowboy boots and summer print dress
Carefree-- the world was ours
With your wolf smile and my cat-eyes
The middle of nowhere and we had the world
As the stars came to life…
What could have been
This ideal moment
I woke understanding I let you go
To become happy without me.
Fate cruel, but for the best.
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