Evil secrets kept are hearts broken.
Deceptions can rip souls open.
Now I wonder what I ever did
to deserve to have wool forcing shut eyelids
that once were the doors granting access
to a heart whose love was boundless
and a soul whose devotion was immortal.

Thoughts of you haunt sleepless nights.
My love for you, still burning bright.
Emotions—barbed wire—drag through my skin;
keeping pain subdued, buried within.
You've moved on, started anew
and I, left alone, am bruised black and blue
but covered, concealed, protected...kept safe so I can heal.

I'm lost now, dandelion fluff blowing
in the wind. A wish not granted with nobody knowing
what could have been, what should have been...
Floating on uncharted waters impossibly serene,
I'll search for the beauty we once shared
and unrequited love, my compass, will guide me there.
Sooner rather than later, I hope, this hardship will end.

I'll prove you wrong, don't ever doubt me.
In this place I'll be happier than you could ever make me.

Flickerings of distant memories flutter
past my psyche into nothing.
Through an astral plain I drift.
Over nonexistent lands
my feet carry me, floating.

She slinks away, the black cat, agile—
“The dreamscape is a fragile
thing,” she said. I'm following,
changing, borrowing her shape but then
the story fades, too vague
and just like that
it's vanished.

Incomprehensible images wander
as clouds through skies of colours unseen.
I'm lost in an ocean of questions
that pierce my ears as hooks through the fish's mouth
but I cannot ask,
for a white hot zipper seals my lips.
A voice whispers, breath damp in my ear:
“Watch, listen...”

The ground opens beneath me
and I plummet.
Feeling cold against my skin
I'm naked, vulnerable, fearful.
This pit must be bottomless but
I've landed, unscathed.
Bathed in grasses soft as silk
smelling of life and freedom
I'm enveloped in relief, protection.

My body moves, uncontrollable
as reeds in a river
yet still guided by a wind with no origin
playing melodies of beauty immense and painful.

Wonder fills me as the song ends,
ominous and heavy the silence looms.
Flowers die and the grasses wither
as I'm pulled away,
reluctant.

Higher, higher I'm lifted
into lucidity
past ladders and staircases, tunnels and gateways
closing before my eyes
as nearer draws the moment I dread more than anything.
Despite my persistence,
I'm solid again.
I'm myself, mundane and mourning:
awake.

Slipping away across the sea,
I drift alone and wondering.
My soul's been pulled away from me,
Cold is my heart asunder. Sing

For me, my love, a song unheard
Though you may be too far away.
My ears will hang on every word
Though dark clouds loom, heavy and grey.

Would that I were an eagle fair,
My call you'd hear so clearly ring.
But sadly storms I cannot bear
With feathers plucked and broken wing.

Long nights I've spent deprived of sleep,
My only vice: this paper and pen.
Lines untouched delve into the deep
And tell me my plight will never end.

The morning pale does welcome me
With mist and waves awakening.
New hopes spark and fear is set free
from a heart by sadness shaken. Bring

Me back home to the love I've lost
To weeks uncounted, sailing far.
Waters uncharted I have crossed
With thoughts of you as my guiding star.

I know, my dear, you'll wait for me
For love's forever bound between.
A man complete I'll ever be
When your fair face my eyes have seen.