THE POET...

A  poet rescued me today,

It was not his charm, or generosity,

Rather, it was his wit, and mystery.

How he looked past me but caught my eye,

With his bare hand,

Touched the very bit I thought was far gone.

Thoughts lingered long after his gaze was no more.

I stand here,

Wishing, crying that with a single breath, he will remember the touch.

I brush my arm beside his, and the scent catches me,

Warming my heart, making my eyes wet with tears,

For I know my right is on my right.

But I was never one to follow the rules,

So I decide to run the yard,

After my rescuer, the poet with words that cut like a sword,

I will run after.

Happiness comes to those who want it,

And mine is no different a story.

Curse me if you may, but run I will.

Come with me, dear.

I know not where to lead you,

But I shall hold your hand.

His scent will be our guide,

His smile the never-ending light at the end of a bright day.

The grasp will never be loose,

For thoughts of his warm embrace will linger through many a day,

Every step farther brings us closer to the poet,

For the cause that stands before us is bigger than you or I.

Run with me dear,

To the happiness that is the poet.

Sometimes the right on your right, is wrong.

WILDEST DREAM...

I want to close my eyes,
So I can see more of you,
Because you become the most beautiful sight in my mind,
And I want it to remain that way.
 I hope one day you look back and say you miss me,
Say I was good enough,
Say if you could,
You would do it again,
Do me again.

I want to close my eyes,
And open my mouth,
Spread my lips, 
And tell you,
You are the best,
That I never had.

I want to close my eyes,
And dance,
Feel just you alone,
Although we are  in the biggest crowd.
You, my love, are the best memory I have yet.
These red lips, have no better taste than you.

I want to close my eyes because it is the only way I see you again.
You won't look back,
Even though I am rooted here, hoping you would.

Do you remember me?

I remember you,
And the day you told me I am your wildest dream,
Wish I came true. 

I have done a bad thing many a time,
But I wouldn't be me If I didn't have you as the best of them all.
Though wild, you, indeed, are a dream.

I want to close my eyes,
And as you stand right in front of me,
Have my fingers on your face,
The one I read so wrong,
Perhaps my touch will bring out the truth.

I want to close my eyes,
And remain so for as long as you are there with me,
Until the wildest dream comes true.

I AM YOU...

Your hurt, is my hurt.

Your tears, are my tears.

Your pain, rips me apart,

And I know, because I am you.

Your joy, is my joy,

Your smile, Keeps me alive.

Your heart, Beats with mine,

And I know, because I am you.

And when you breathe deep breaths,

And call my name,

And hold me close,

Near to my being,

I come to life,

I am the best I have been yet.

My cup of tea,

My calm in the storm,

My life,

My shoulder to survive.

Your fine, is my fine.

And I know, because I am you.

GRAVE DIGGER...

You know,

My heart still calls your name.

 

And every time it's lock down,

I have no choice but to remember you.

It's in everything I do,

Even though I want to forget you,

You are my poison,

And your name makes death sound sweeter than raw honey.

The winds in my eyes are no bit of truth,

My glass eyes right there for you to see,

Tears I tell myself are non-existent.

Though that is not possible,

You are far away from me.

I fell in love with another, and so your chapter was one I was ready to close.

My mind wanders, and I wonder if I was wrong.

I took the bait, the poisonous one.

And now I cry bitter tears, for falling for the wrong,

Person?

I am full of lies.

I strike one and nurse the other.

The bitter truth, not one I like to mention.

Like the grave digger, I make profit from another’s loss.

Perhaps I am digging my own grave,

And soon, like my bed, I will but have to lie in it.

Will you be there with me?

I may have killed you already 

BEFORE, NOW, AFTER...

Before,

We were but strangers in the dark,

 

Long days cast a heavy weight on us,

Shadows on the ground our constant friend.

The floor was too familiar,

Head always hanging,

No strength to come up for air.

Suffocating in a crowd, when all we needed was one reassuring voice.

Now,

We say words sweeter than honey,

Music so sweet we could dance on one foot.

You are the constant hand I look for when in need,

Of everything big and small.

My fingers cannot solely count all you have become,

Done,

For me, with me, and beside me.

After,

We will know not life without the other half.

Every time the song comes up,

You will pick me up and we shall dance.

For this, 

Is the true future.  

ON MY FEET...

I've been fighting wars I didn't even know existed,
And every time I thought it was over,
I heard the sound of it again.
In vain I tried to stop,
But I couldn't,
I just couldn't.

When the noises stopped,
I thought the silence would bring peace.
Pieces of me were strewn across my face,

Everyone who looked at me saw but the broad smile.

I've been fighting wars I thought I could win alone.
I thought I am the strongest daughter my mother brought forth,
Sometimes the strength I ride on is borrowed.
I don't like to dwell on debts.
My peace I hold dear,
Even when it is the only thing keeping me from stopping the wars.

I've been fighting long and hard,
My knuckles have bled,
My fingers are no more.
The little strength I have left is only meant to keep me on my feet.

I am tired.

Somebody sound the alarm,
Call the police, call the doctors,
The paramedics should rush to this scene,
The scenes they will find are not far from a gory accident.

The blood in here should show you the struggles I have endured,
I'm short of breath,
And my body is covered in bruises.

I am not lying down.
I am on my feet.

Though I do not know I am at war,
I am on the winning side.
Though surrounded with pools of blood,
I am on my feet.

 

CLOSER THAN MY EAR...

I stepped my foot into the water,
And let it all out.
I left it all behind.
Step after another,
Before I know it, 
I'll be in, 
Perhaps safer from the past I have known.
So deep the whole of me will be submerged. 
A truth I have longed for,
Longer than a single breath can take,
To last longer than a breath.

The ebbs and whirls, a truth I have established. 
I want to do it all with you. 
Surviving in the deep  may be hard,
Deep enough to want a partner,
Though none forthcoming,
Or am I unlucky?
The single woman's dream,
To have a guiding hand in the water,
On a waist as lean as mine,
Hands softer than yours, I am yet to see,
Feel.
But I am willing to share your breath.
For mine will soon run out.
You have taken the whole of me.
Be part of me,
Deep as I am in the water. 
Scared I may have been at the beginning, of whence to come up for breath.
Each instant so fast, 
I'm not sure I caught enough.
Did I breath in deep enough?
When will it run out?
The swim, I look forward to,
The guiding touch that is your hand,
One to hold one's breath over.
The palm of your hand on my lean waist,
And your reassuring voice,
Closer than my ear.

And I start to run out of breath,
My mistakes flash before me.
My kicks don't seem hard enough,
My scream not loud enough.
I'm going under.
My hands reach out for you, are you there?
I begin my end, with the acceptance that I am who I am, 
Alone in the waters,
Trying to make the best of what's left of me,
But I reach out,
The water, it slips through my fingers.
I want to make what's left bigger than the single first step.

And then you carry me,
Your hands on my lean waist, 
Nothing softer than your guiding hand,
The sound of your voice,
Closer than my ear.