sturdy stem of throns
a fragile soul grow
strung like barbwire
withering very slow
soft to the touch
older day by day
no longer admired
perfume fading away
folding over in sorrow
petals they slowly fade
from the dying rose
losing beauty it has made
last petal crumbles
dusting Earth's floor
for the dying rose
happiness is no more
My body is drowning with sorrow today
but what I feel and write is nothing by cliche
my painful thoughts play
and I let my mind fade away
Through the light door I went..
I traveled through space passing by stars and nebulas..
I was on a trail made of different colored light beams..
I was going so fast..
But yet could not feel it..
It was as though I was not moving at all..
But I was..
And then I arrived!
I arrived to a place made entirely of light. The structures, the ground, and even the people were all made of light. All except me. I could not see myself! It was very strange. I was also invisible to everyone here. I walked among the light world unnoticed to all. I walked and walked until I was outside the light city. I came upon a forest with light trees and grass. I took a light trail and followed it to a river made of blue light. The luminescent water flowed just like the water back home. I then decided to head back to the city and found that the light trail I walked on is no longer lit. In fact everywhere I had set foot seem to be losing its luster and shine. What remained was a trail made of nothing but darkness. My dark steps were being looked at by all the light beings. I could sense a rise of panic. What have I done! I do not belong here! I need to get back!
Skewed, and Angled.
Perception of time seems so vulnerable, at least able to be captured.. mangled.
Away it flies, yet draws closer by the second; quilted with its own set of rules and manners.. entangled.. in itself.
The ultimate healer, but kills all, besides itself, "In time." Dividing a fine line between happiness and misery..
Above rides the wind, and below, the waves.
Neither can go back, or skip ahead.
drops of honeydew melon,
and soft summer kisses
powdered lemon pastries,
and late evening embraces
and gingerbread spices
and stories exchanged
and silent nights
cider that burns,
and the eyes of a stranger
did feelings fade,
are you letting go
tell me my love,
for only you know.
What's that sound, that lovely ring?
It calls my name and I slip away.
Don't miss my name, or anything..
It is just not my day.
Another slip from this world,
A dimensional gap in my mind.
I'm pulled away, and storms curl
On the outer and inside.
You call my name, I do not hear
I'm gone now, too late
Just like that, I disappear
And fully dissipate.
As I gaze upon this white blanket of snow
I realize that forever there will be
so very much I do not know--
but one thing I do know beyond any doubt
is that someday when my world ends
you will forever hold and carry my heart about
and keep it safe, tucked inside with yours too
and our love, our warmth for one another
will forever live on just as the snowflakes do--
for even though they'll melt
and someday fade away
they'll reform again
some fine cold, winter's day
and when the snowflakes fall down to you
my heart will be embedded in them
and my love will be forever true...
(just as I know your love will forever be
with me too)
©Pamela Rae 1.06.2017