… there’s still life ahead
signs and wonders all around,
portents of divinity;
summer moving forward is,
vectors and infinity
parasails in paradise,
storms within vicinity;
parabolic summer days,
vectors and infinity
riches shame,
lovers game,
there’s no secret
but the name
left alone,
by a throne,
broken free, with
none to own —
ocean plays a sorrow song,
taste of tears salinity;
you were right, so why so wrong?
vectors and
infinity
time cannot
take away her grief,
nor can it
heal in full
the ache of youth wasted on
empty promises
Artist credit : Valery Rybakou
He lost her long ago, he thinks,
And she was lovely, soft and sweet —
But somewhere there, amid the drinks,
She left and said, “I won’t repeat
This stupid hope I have that you
Will love me like you used to do.”
“It’s true,” he thinks, “that came to pass,”
Then pours himself another
Glass
if I could bring the moments back,
the pictures frozen there in time,
we would be laughing in the snow
that now falls only in my mind.
for you were lovelier than all
this cold and wintered heart has known;
and i can see, unfaltering,
the love and grace that lately shone
from out of your once smiling face.
enthusiasm pure and clear
in moments that i treasure now
that you have gone
and i’m still here
This is a prompted post.
He knows the truth,
He’s seen it, briefly,
For she held it
In her loving hands
He knows the truth,
And feels it, deeply,
For what is lost, he finally
Understands
those thoughts we think but never say
like darkness on the edge of day;
till grief comes knocking on our door
and leaves us lonely, sick and poor
in seasons of our reticence,
mid symbols laced with sorrow —
todays we spend in timeless rue,
because we sold
tomorrow
wave never ridden,
a dream that comes back, calling –
why didn’t you come?
heard, the sound of summer lost,
felt, the sting of years let go
