Some are born balanced
On a precipice and remain
Tethered for the rest of their days
Overlooking barely there
Mental images
Fragments of a lucid dream
Of a conjured up past life
Once etched on skin
But no longer there
They speak of
Violent reinvention
And escape
While the hollow speaks
And catapults into spaces
Better left unknown

Psyches wrapped in denial
Running the gamut of habitual sins
Perpetuating legacies of pain
With hands that carry
The burdens of forefathers
Tiptoeing
In the twilight of dreams
Willing for the heavens
To send a spring that blooms

Hearts whose pounding
Reverberates endlessly
inside of ears
Eyes that get darker as they close
Meet with ours
A look
A sigh
Ascertaining a mutual recognition
Of the familiar
Shadows that plague.

As teardrops fell that lonely day
as hearts broke so long ago
the light I was wearing wore out
closing the last door behind me
losing myself in the moment
was the day I found you ....

The stories of the times
always made me cry
searching for love in the wrong places
never seeing a Pladrincs, wondering did they exist
waking up in the mornings wondering
what was to come, and there you stood ...

Like a stature of a god, with a light of gold
highlighting your smile that melted my heart
with a pen of gold your wrote my life
but never to have you hold my soul...

You were my man, the day I found you
the day you found me, I was your woman
now there is only death, facing us
as the day has transcend time and space
that is hidden in the gods that we seek ...

That was the day you found me and I found you
then it was gone...*

Debbie Brooks 2015