Lyka - Hello Poetry

Lyka Jan 2013

Scars

I want to make love to all of your scars.
Even the ones on your heart.

Because I want you, all of you.
And I am not afraid of that darkness, because it is part of my light.

So you can build your kingdom of ice as hard as diamond, but you forgot what I am.

And I have seen your eyes burn, with more then one kind of fire.

Lyka Jan 2013

Shell in the Desert

Sitting on top of the rocks, cracked like parched lips was a shell.
Plucked form its sandy nest and placed around my ear.
You are far from home I thought.

"Am I" said the shell.
"Then so are you."

It whispered calling in the ancient dreams of the past.

"My world was sand and water, together in an endless dance. But then it did end and I thought the world was over. But she just changed her shape. And now my world is sand and sun, sand and moon, sand and stars. None would I have known if the world never ended. Never would I have known coyote and her call, or eagle as he flies in his own blue ocean. And I have learned that the desert exists in a stillness that is not still.
The world is always changing, just as you have old friend. You were there in the waters that became this sky. You were there as the great ones love song, carrying their music in every crested wave. You were there because it is your blood that you hear echoing through me, not my voice. Your voice"

Lyka Jan 2013

Year 19

The birds that live in the spaces between my bones
have left me with quite a collection of feathers
but still not enough to make wings.

And if we lived like trees
could we appreciate the shortness of life
or would we be lost in time.

I know we can make lightning in the most dangerous ways,
and you never know how thick the ice is until you are in the middle of the lake.

The shadows and the patterns in the snow tell me not to worry
that everything will be okay. And my veins store their truth in my blood.

If I could I would weave a dress out of your words and your watercolors
in turn I would write my secrets on your arms.

Looking at you is like diving into the ocean
which I've never done, but I might if you were with me.

I love passion so thick it leaves wine colored stains
but sometimes all I can offer your beauty is a smile
even though being with you makes me happier then I can breathe.

Lyka Jan 2013

The Dance

The night seeps into my pores and clogs them with the illusion of meteor showers
and the rainbow light rippling through the trees.
They blend together along with me,
and I lose track of where I begin and where they end.

Your eyes which hold the knowledge of nothing,
they hold the countless stars in the void above us.
And all of those stars I would trade,
just for the chance to look into them.

A perfect blend of dawn and dusk,
dividing the sky and revealing every shade of blue.

And there is no such thing as an end to this dance,
just once in a while you have to change shoes.

Lyka Jan 2013

Drink it In

When she saw countless worlds inside a flower
and held eternity in her hands
she decided to change from a rock into water.

She let herself become hollow like an old tree
so she could take everything in.
And she forgot everything she had learned,
so she could learn it all again.

The sound of the rushing water deafened her ears
and the sight of the stars blinded her eyes.
Always she carried with her the river in her ears
and the stars in her dead eyes,
knowing one day she would return to them.

She writes letters at one in the morning
letters she will never send.
To people who wouldn't understand why she was writing them
because she hadn't seen them in years.

But she wants to keep thinking of you
until she forgets who you are.

She turns to the world and shouts
“You spend your precious seconds doing nothing. So stop everything”

Lyka Jan 2013

Secret Fire

Can you tell me what I was thinking, when I screamed at you
“I don't know what I'm looking for”

You cant live trapped inside of your memories,
these feelings will slip through your hands and be crushed as you walk by.

Her eyes hold ancient words, told to her by the trees and the sky.
You make your heaven here, and
you are as old as the rocks,
you have seen what they have seen,
you have been where they have been,
you have just changed shape.

In your head you hear her whisper, repeating endlessly
Let go, let go, let go... let everything go.

We don't know each other, but we shared that moment
I wont forget it, and I know you wont either, no
one forgets what its like to be born again.

We can start all over,
because we have both died since then.

And where is that secret fire that you keep buried
bring it out for everyone to see

Lyka Jan 2013

The Storm

I heard a storm blew you in.
Its winds carried you through the echoes of a thousand bird wings
I traced the veins in your arms until they were etched inside of me
where they will remain even when the memories rust.
I will meet you where life blossoms
where in dreams you drink the golden nectar from flowers
and dance with bees for their honey.

Their painted eyes wont ever tell you
what the glass caves wanted. But they will hollow you out
and fill you with the feelings that you bury deep

Winter comes and casts its shadows without sun
and the flowers wilt
becoming brown and colorless
even the flies avoid them
Life is temporary

The rays come again, from the darkness of this cosmos
the world is colorful and vibrant with life
in the beams that cast shadow and light
Death is temporary

You came crawling out from the corner of my mind
with your walls showing
I want to touch those hands again, even if it means something else
(it always does)