Abaigeal Skye

Abaigeal Skye Jan 2014

It's fine, daddy will walk through the door soon. You promised. But she knew he was sitting in the driveway, soaking up the light of the moon.*

Outside in a driveway
A man sits and waits.
His family has long given up on calling
Dinner is on the table.

They try to carry on as normal
Exchanging small talk
Work and the weather.

It's fine, daddy will be walking in soon. You promised. But she knew he was sitting in the driveway, soaking up the light of the moon.

Averting their gazes
From the fiery eyes
Of the tailgate
Shining beams through the window.

Wake up. It's not fine; it's cold outside and they need you to be alright.

He knows what he's doing
But truly he has no control.
All he is sure of is that when he comes home
He wants to be all there.

For the many who have lost their loved ones to the world.

Abaigeal Skye Jan 2014

To Feel or To Win

My tears
just gasoline
aiding to your ballistics.

My furrowed brow
confiding in you
my weaknesses.

My blazing eyes
providing you necessary warmth,
only bringing you comfort.

But my smile
will tear you apart,
ripping the spine of your tale
with a infuriating crackle.

Abaigeal Skye Jan 2014

This Life is Only Temporary

Golden flecks danced on the lake,
Your eyes casting prisms unfeigned.
But even a Midas touch cannot mend,
Green leaf of youth could not be contained.

The rippling water looked so enticing,
Ice prisms reflecting on my skin.
I should have realized it was frozen, but you took my Hand and pulled me in.

Hope as shattered as the barren landscape,
Looking out at the shards I wondered
Why we find destruction so lovely.
Even a perfect Man not left undisturbed.

Through the ages we have ruined for pleasure,
Families, countries- broken.
It's in our nature to batter
What beauty we have been given.

Only one can heal the pain,
The glue to put this puzzle back together.
One day we'll see no pain,
The antidote washing away demise forever.

Abaigeal Skye Jan 2014

Into the Grey

In the beginning
Goodness was enough.
That timid boy
Called your home phone
Answering to a gruff father
Demanding to know
What
When
Why
How
Who
Would be calling for his daughter.
An Adam's apple bobbing up and down,
Like a buoy on the shoreline,
Searching for his own name.
A sea of thought
For a simple question.

In the beginning
Goodnes was enough.
The timid boy
Inches next to her
Scooting closer
Scratching against the wooden grain
Of the mossy park bench.
A half moon dawned on his face
As she tenderly intertwined her hand
With his.

In the beginning
Goodnes was enough.
Hands spun around,
At lightning speed.
Asking for *something more.
Her mind whirled
With the greyness of confusion.
She would do anything to keep him.
*A sea of thought
For a simple question.

Abaigeal Skye Jan 2014

One of the Few

"You're such a ditz"*
My friends say
When I stop what I'm saying
To admire the last rosy kiss
Of the sunset
As it waves a lonesome goodbye
To its lovers.

"She lacks focus"
My parents say to eachother
In undertones I've heard coming so often
From the front seat.
I roll my eyes
At their attempt at secrecy
And turn my gaze back to the golden farms
Running beside our tires.

"You're very thoughtful,
Never stop appreciating the beauty of the earth"
My great grandmother says
Patting my hand with an understanding
I don't see often
Because she
Is one of the few.

Abaigeal Skye Jan 2014

Fear- No Longer Tangible

A shadow in the corner,
Your voice whispering in my head
The creaking of your chair,
These all fill me with dread.

You know how you harrass me,
My spirit stronger than you think.
Seductions always tempting,
Like hot breathe in my ear.

All you are- a cliché,
A wisp of a being.
Now, freed from your chains,
Feeble plans ripped at their seam.

Abaigeal Skye Jan 2014

Everlasting, Your Loves Flows Out to All

He broke into pieces
so that our lives may fall into place.
Each of us holds a part of His perfect being.
Yet, He remains whole; ever watching, everseeing
us break His heart
with our nature to thwart
this wonderful world we've been given.
He allows us to be living.
I stand awestruck at His unconditional love,
surely there's good if Someone could purify someone as wretched as me; my slate as blank as a white dove.
He broke into pieces
so that our lives may fall into place.