The Departure

Fields of sparrows end in a twilight patch

Fallen tree’s ice

And a curved whisper

On the fringe of night.

The chilled heart in its sadness

Becomes whole once more -

For the ice can freeze up

The cracks in the heart.

The space in that time

Was beyond any rhyme.

The trees were too bright

The crystals seemed in flight.

The broken tree lying

Was a natural plea.

More.

A.

A window bright

A room alight

A happy memory

A better moment

A beam of light

A fright

A night full

A tunnel

A light

A touch

A hand to clutch

All’s right.

The Fable

I want all my feeling to be able

To transfer itself like a fable

Then my purpose would be clear:

I’m here to trust, not to fear.

I’d feel better if I did not regret

All the things I haven’t done.

I was supposed to be the one.

A shield for everyone to believe in,

A kaleidoscope see-saw given a spin.

I am wonderful,

I am not.

It doesn't matter.

I’m all I've got.

All (a 10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1 poem)

If I had an older brother than me, you see,

He would have told me this feeling comes naturally.

I cannot say what I feel (I’m afraid)

My eager arms are all but stayed,

By the thoughts in my head,

Which need to be said,

But they can’t be,

Can’t be free.

Willing heart.

Start. 

No Sense for Nonsense

A pointed finger blows in the wind

Bespectacled eyes look away.

It is not easy to see those we love fall.

Alas, the chariot of the sun passes by

And people hold hands in the sunrise –

Without the need to make sense.

What was it, that pointless scheme, sense?

We would have all been better off without it.

Heads held high,

Tears dry in the wind

In the sense.

My eyes fall to the depths instead.

Everyone else understands,

Why not me?

The point is to not make sense.

Then no one knows that you have the burden of infinite truth.

Which destroys my nonsense.

The Watch

The chain fell endlessly down,

The watch-strap endlessly loose –

Drooping eyes of sorrow on and an effervescent frown

On the face of the cracked recluse.

The watch still told the time, but begrudgingly so –

A look from the right angle at the exact spot

Was the only way the watch would show.

The watch had so many experiences to be taught

It would have took just one right look,

And all the wisdom in the world would have been shook.

Hope

The first time my heart did a happy dance

Was when you gave me a second glance.

In a moment I was happy and free-

A swimming pool of hope you have given me.

Once drowning, now not

And I’m thankful for everything I’ve got.

Hope, Fear,

Everything I hold dear.

There is not much else to say

So I’ll thank you for the hope to stay.