I feel you in the air,
In the morning when I wake
I can feel your soul touch mine,
And there's nothing to worry about.
I can feel you next to me
When I sit for morning coffee
And feel your breath on mine;
For a moment it's like it used to be.
You're there when I walk down the street,
I almost look over my shoulder-
Half expecting someone to be there.
Instead a gust of wind brushes my bangs aside.
You know I hate that.
My thoughts are of you,
Even when they're not
I still trace a thought to my memories of you
I didn't know I had, and suddenly I'm gone.
You're in the music I hear,
Touching me through melodies
While dissonant sounds tear at my heart.
In open fields I feel you most,
As if you've suddenly become the trees and ground.
You rustle with the wind and speak to me
Things I can't hear, but feel in the bumps on my skin.
I feel you with me,
At the most inconvenient, inopportune times
And I don't know whether to be happy or mad.
Because I am constantly being reminded of you,
And the fact that you're not here.
blue eyes, crashing into the seas of my heart.
you created a storm when you came and left.
now you're gone, and the ocean has left little but ripples to remind me of what once was.
now you're gone, and i miss you.
but i remember the tidal waves that once were,
and i am fine with the peace that now is.
so i guess storms like you only come once in a lifetime.
and i guess that passion will never return quite like it did before.
and i guess that's okay.
because i don't think i ever want to find a storm better than ours.
We are thousands of miles away
But In my heart you will forever stay
Our drifting souls become a cluster
As the bonds we make tighten faster
Our souls may be two separate entities
But they are bound by a single link
Which are our shared qualities
Lettered on the dotted line in ink
I'm waiting for the sun to rise;
going to cut these worldly ties.
Remembering summer reveries,
The autumn chill, the falling leaves.
Look at how we both have grown;
change for all the time we've blown.
Remembering the winters snow,
the stars above, the ground below.
Lets atone for throwing stones;
we can mend the broken bones.
Remembering that spring revives;
brings new light to cloudy skies.
The Mysidian Bard
Remembering the songs
I sang as a small child.
Remembering the innocence
I had as a small child.
Remembering the joy
In my heart as a small child.
Remembering the love
I felt as a small child.
Remembering the stories
That took me away as a small child.
I was as a small child
Reminds me of everything
That I'm not now as a young woman.
Polly's such a pretty bird, in his cage all day
But one day Polly wasn't there, Polly flew away
Polly left us a few feathers, in the sun they'd shine!
Pretty blue, lovely red, they looked a lot like mine!
The other birds sang songs, but it was Polly that I missed!
"Come home soon, Polly Bird." Oh how I'd wish!
The other birds chirped away, tweet tweet tweeting
About a funny bird with a funny song to sing
But I didn't think Polly's song was funny or strange
If anything I understood his melodramatic rage
One day at last Polly came home! But his wings had been clipped
Poor, flightless birdie, all he could do was hop and skip
Polly's songs changed, they weren't funny anymore
His wings were grey not red and blue like before
I hovered overhead, cautious of what I would say
But now I wondered, did Polly even want me to stay?
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I thought I was perfect
In a place I wanted to be in
Practiced smiles and eye-flares
Abandoned, left to bathroom mirrors
A funny night, a funny funny
A taste of what's to come
I learn, my mail
Has no chinks, no tinitus stretches thee
So it amused,
To still try what seemed like ages
Between liquores and a job that was not mine
Understanding is in vanity, and I am long dead.
I've written long on triumph
And I thought of you today
Rolling out there, between voices and phone calls
Do I think of you?
Let's see, let's know
For your idea is my friend
And I'm wasting away in the hunt
But at least I see something
At least I am God
Somewhere in the vast spaces of these thoughts
Winding amidst the pillars of my mind, you linger
It is there where I meet with you, we meet there
In silence and turbulence, of distraught thoughts
For in the depth of my memories, you never fade
Enthroned in my pulsating heart, there you abide
Ever present, you are, in the destitute of my soul
And there we reside, in this nostalgia of lost love
©Betania 2016 (11/17/16)
There was a day the world stood still.
I saw the future held in your eyes.
It seemed to good to be true.
And alas, it was.
Ripped from my world,
To dwell in a house of anonymity.
Truth it reaches inside your soul.
At least this is a dream I hope you hold.
Tomorrow is another day,
And passed another year.
And you won't ever hear
The falling of this wounded tear.
trained to protect
armed in heart
dressed in courage
who were put down
by the gunmen
caught in the web of conflict
when they were the fearless
who only wanted
to keep us safe