She blows the soft smoke gently away
sitting on her windowsill, the third floor
the darkened horizon melts drowsily
leaving its mysteries to her own heart
as it is not full enough of the madness

She rises slowly with the sweet smoke
turning her head towards the mirk sky
what is there to see, in her own world
closing the eyes to travel infinitely far
as the honey is melting in the tepid tea

She throws her glass of wine away
she smiles and cries as nobody sees
the darkness, deep and cruel but sweet
as is her heart, dark, but yet so soft and kind
painful and hateful, yet so loving and forgiving
mad and crazy but so deeply understanding

Why only the crescent comprehends
only the stars listen to the quiet melody
the songs of love and pure wistfulness
she knows everything but is scared of living
as the world is not kind, instead, it is cruel
the fear, the unknown, the failure of life itself

She puts her finger in the darkened wine
and draws a line on the wall with blood
enjoying the sadness and loving to hate
She likes to be alone, alone, sweet world
You, always alone in your deeds and thought

She sees from far, a distant closeness engulfs
only art saves the heart, only beauty consoles
the crescent starts to fade slowly and softly
many of the clouds swim towards their path
covering the moon and leaving her lying

Withering away as in the mind of destruction
where everything can make a nest within itself
she lies there motionlessly, silently, calmly
listening to every sound her heart whispers to her
as the music starts to play in her head of frenzy

She lived once but not anymore, as all fades
where does this crippling melancholy lead to
the stars never wrote a script for the existence
but they gave the mind a code to decipherer
as they gave the heart a wisdom to learn from

She pours the sweet Bordeaux in front of her
gulping in sips, turning her head, staring ahead
all is sweet, all is beauty, all is art if only you see
shadow the pain and leave it intact for the truth
as the time flows between her fingers to eternity

What
makes
A poet

Well
I think
Eventually

One will
just
know it

©  2019 Jim Davis

Im just a little sparkly star
in the heart of the universe
and you are a comet
who just flies by
fast and hastily
and disappearing
into the everlasting
night in the universe
in the 5th dimension

It was just a blink of the eye
and then it was gone
forever, you lost me
into the boundless ocean
in the hands of the Earth
when you drop something
you will only find it
in the hands of Poseidon
guarding strongly the land
of the deep blue eternity

And you will find me
in the heart of the universe
as the tiny sparkly star
sleeping calmly in the darkness
of gravity, matter and time
with no end or beginning

I swim in the dark space
between the stars and dust
trying to find the hidden grace
to choose is hard but you must

it's difficult without your shoes
to step on the broken fragments
of the shattered stars and planets

some of them shine bright
while others hide from the light
as the newborn flowers
which blossom at daylight
and close in the silence of night

cracks are in the universe
where flowers squeeze through
the seeds of the soul immerse
themselves in cosmos blue

and I wait until the ice melts
and gather the flowers in dust
to make them blossom in august

I saw the stars
You saw the moon
the light was in between
but the darkness was too deep
so you became darkness
and left me heartless

Love is some kind of a sweet escape
Who steals a piece out of your heart
And gives it back in another shape
Which does not match the initial part

Love is some kind of a Greek goddess
Who comes on earth to please you
But leaves you no more and no less
Than a punishment to go through

Love is some kind of a tender butterfly
Always beautiful to behold and catch
But hard to keep it from flying away
Or easy to **** it with a flaming match

Love is the sweet escape from yourself
But nobody knows what love is itself