APART

 Alien tears,

To eyes that were yet to unravel

The mystery of pain.

A constriction of the heart and

And throat, to a form that knows no self defense.

Behold, black clouds

Traversing my spirits sky.

Like a bloomed rose,

Slowly fading, so is

My heart, shading its hue,

In woe.

You, with gentle patience worlds apart,

To me, the spoken word such a foreign art.

A PECK

I am tempted to wear

Naught on my

Face.

Not a wake of a smile , nor

A twinkle in my

Eyes.

Not a sway of my

Head, saying

"Nay" or "aye"

Not even a determined

Chin, nor rosy cheeks,

I am tempted to wear

Naught,

BUT this peck

On my cheek.

~sLy~

REDUCED TO JOY

There's something

That speaks

To my heart

In the wake

Of your smile!

Some kind of

Joy clings to 

My chest

And 

Begs to

Be released...

By the sound

Of your

LAUGHTER!

 

MUTE BEAUTY

......does not my scent your nose cross?....

   I'm I to you a trampled rose,

   If so, does not my scent your nose cross?

   You confuse me, confound and crack me,

   Will I, myself, around you, not be?

   You thief! My sweet thief!

   Stolen my heart and lent me grief.

   Your music entices me, I am moved,

   Your rhythm I have approved.

   Your unhurried gaze takes me to great height,

   Yet down you remain, out of sight.

   You are here with me, but in form,

   Your heart, body and soul, I can’t transform.

   Your eyes capture my being,

   Eyes twinkle, lips quiver, nose smelling.

   We, both, are victims of my beauty,

   It attracts you, binds you, pulls you; its a pity!

   It rules over me, takes control, shows itself,

   Swaying you to me, myself.

   Your eyes embrace me, she has your heart,

   I consume your mind, your soul is her part.

   Would I, with my borrowed wings, flee,

   From these unfaithful feelings, be free?

   Kill this monster, if you will, Father

   That my deepest soul does bother......