I have stood on this edge
between soul and circumstance
between sun and storm
where scars and ink
circle the night
in a silent prayer
of love
and compassion
moved by the mystery
the silk wings
of a sunshone ray
guided by the whisper
of the poetic moon
where the spirit moves gently
to the kiss of
freedom ~
Copyright © 2012 Robin Amaral
Dec 13, 2012
Dec 13, 2012 at 5:16 PM UTC
Cherry orchards are beautiful this time of year
memories of you , I
surrounded in the comforts of spring
warm and pastel light
a beginning
we lay within those purple flowers
I never knew the names of
pink blossoms slipping from the sky
like the snow thought left behind
secrets
how they burn within
yours ravaging the soul
your hidden heart torn
the words you couldn't say
and your bed of novels
how your dreams floated on others words
and you wished , and wished , and wished
that somehow , I was the one
I lay on the rock by that tiny lake
my eyes closed
and you tickled my ear
"wake up you beautiful man"
in your delicate hand , a blue feather
you wearing a sunny halo
the gulls circled and called in the sky
you curved your body over mine
I lay awake at night
eyes staring back into the black
trying not to remember
and it's raining
I think of you crying
tears you were never afraid of
buried in loneliness
and I swing at the night
reality crushing
with no goodbye
your final gesture
and now ,
I walk along this shore
under the struggling sun
and I hear a cry
on the wings of a gull
remembering your face to the sea
and little purple flowers
here , alone
copyright 2011 Robin Christopher Amaral
Jul 21, 2011
Jul 21, 2011 at 7:06 AM UTC
isn't that how it works ?
missed sunrises
charcoal shadows on a rainy day
an unfamiliar knock at the door
you , standing there
not knowing why
I was the quiet one with a million thoughts , jesus and ***
thoughts so many tried to pry from my mind
ideas caught and tangled
in this superficial world , iconic and moronic
you called me a runner
I just knew how to listen
and just knew when
to go and begin - again
maybe you were afraid of my fearlessness
or was it that , so many other friends fell to their own
I remember them
your unhappiness
in how I could be happy alone
how you confused need and want
your love caged in jealousy
if you could only change
me
my social sarcasm
cliques and their ******* games
and you spinning
a carousel of questions
who am I ? who are we ? where are we going ?
you kept grasping for that gold ring
I kept riding ...
your gone now
and it's still raining
slippery sidewalks
no rainbows
just us
rust
of auld lang syne
copyright 2011 Robin Christopher Amaral
Jul 13, 2011
Jul 13, 2011 at 12:48 PM UTC