The wings that turned to ashes
Taught me how to wear eyeglasses
Like seeing through the pages of guilt
A painful vision of the past that was built

The cry from those years are now
My longing tears are exhibiting a smile
A discontent entity that flows in my veins
Called for the fire that is still unburnt

I am rusty and I can't trust me
The signs I am falling on top again
Is a means of crashing back
To the black hole of miserable haunting

These wings are severely wounded
Scarred in nature
Feathers plucked within a soul
The drive to horizons are fading

Slowly I became less
And every bit of it is part of a test
I am the nightmare of my dream
I am the terror i try to hide

This isn't flying
This isn't falling
It is the journey inside a ball of gravity
Always pulling you down where you meet
Misery

"You touched my fingertips.
I felt it. My heart skipped a beat.
Taking hold of my hand. It stopped.
The high school child in me embraced
the playtime once again.
Sitting on a park bench thinking of our bleachers
at the Friday night football games.
Now we cheer for the pigeons as they fight
for the bread crumbs.
It's all so beautiful, only different times.
We are here still together, that's all that really
matters.
Beautiful to reminisce, grateful that
we can.
To kiss each others lips, and start our hearts
pumping once again."

What if
          I
                                                  ­Fall
In
              Love
With
      A
       Poet?
What if he mesmerises me
       With his lines?
What if
        His words touch me
        And kiss
           Through my skin?
     What if i search for
Him
Everyday
And
      Travel through
              His words
    And meet him
                  Somewhere
       And
We
       Become bare
          And he caresses
Me
          With every
      Stanza
And
       Here
           I am
                Again
Searching
           For him,
    Wanting
Him
        With
                 All
                      Desire
Waiting
             For
                 His
                   Next
                      Poem
                         To
                            Take
                             ­ Me
                          To
                       His
                   World
                Where
             We
          Will
        Lay
      Bare
   What if
               I
                  Fall in love
                      With
                  A
             ­         Poet?

© Evna-Luna