How do you separate the blood from the vein?
Dry up the wettest of tears from the pain?
To see with glassy, vibrant eye
I scan a desert for rain, it lies
So on bended knee, my sandy tongue prays,
That thickest night will turn to day.
Tag: poem
The Cell.
Waiting, wondering, whispering
Of things all yet to come,
Will fill each cell within my heart,
Can Sea yet reach the Sun?
A quarter of my questions,
Could yet fill an ocean tide
But will I calm when Sea I fill?
Or when the cell is opened wide?
Moon Dreams.
A flutter, the whisper of day passes by
My heart wonders if fully used was my time
For the tick of the seconds, the minutes, and hours
Whisper past all my lists and the tasks do devour
Each moment, wink, week, and twinkle of moons.
But by end of the day, I still murmur “Soon”.
As if one more day would lend me the time,
To seize all the stars and make the moon mine.
Live Not Alone.
The lights shine, the horns honk and black tires squeal,
The night Honda races, smoke streaks from the wheels.
The heart speeds, hands tighten – figures whiz by,
The rush and excitement is life, but a lie.
The speed and its freedom keeps her from braking,
Her workday of structure, left her with an aching.
In her mind’s eye, a swerve and scenes from the past,
Flash through her memory – those sweet kind that last.
For a second, she feels how life is so fleeting
A thought passes, that to her Maker she’s meeting.
A second, a sadness, envelopes senses
Echoes of moments laced in pretenses.
A fear that those moments would be all that’s left
Of a life ended short and a love left bereft.
Wheels and heart thrum, slows onward home,
she raced and remembered, we live not alone.
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