Linen walls

A little nook
Pillows shaped into a shell almost as if the walls of a peanut
Enough to hide a full grown person
A fortress of sorts , a safe haven
A shield to the gripping fingers of a days turmoil
A place to burrow
A linen cocoon
The threshold of your dreams
A " foxhole"
Nestled away from the outside world
Covers up to my neck
I let the walls envelop me
I close my eyes and immerse my being into this nocturnal abyss
And fool myself into being safe from my conscious
As I drift myself off to sleep
In my own little dream capsule
Forged in the face of the comforters
and braced by the walls of the pillows
Until the paddles of dawn row their way through the moat of now " yesterday's " perils.
At least for the night I was behind my linen walls.
Enveloped in a shroud uninhabited thought
With the hopes of a painless sleep ........

Spoken

Gentle as the lips there speaking for
Mere presence ,a precious ode
Deep in wisdom, of a souls whispers.
A corner of a humbled abode

And while ,Alone,it wields a smile
But when it's not, it will bring forth tears.
The start of an enchanted evening
Or A final goodbyes stamp of sincere.

Weather it's love, regret , or sorrow.
On your wrist, your chest or hair
It's refection will remind you,
Of someone's affection, there.

Every language it is spoken
Universally , and " just because"
No better way to express a feeling
Than a group of flowers does!

" I'll dream if the dreams I used to dream, when she was the dream I dreamed"
I miss you

Castaway

I've finally loosed the anchor
And let ....
What once was the sea of affection that used to envelop the island.
Well now , now
Its an ocean of broken heartedness,
I let go of the island ...
I let go,
succumb to the unknown
The hardest part is not looking back
Hoping she's waiving me back,
But she won't,
My Eden , the place I rested my heart
Infested with indifference.
My tears ?
They  have no affect on the already vast ocean they are spilling into ,
Only marring my reflection
I wonder how many other tears are here ,
How many distorted reflections ?
Just like her truths.
I bow  my head , let the wind waltz with the waves
My heart, a lonely sailboat
And she is the fading memory
In the distance now.
It was so hard , but I did it
Finally !
I let go
And let the elements carry me into tomorrow

Empty shell

Sparks had shattered through the air,
under the bellows of a thunderous explosion ,
the sudden relief of a building tension.
We were
I held on to her
My heart dense with affection
Just like the lead projectile
That speared through the atmosphere
She's gone
just like a discharged cartage
I lay worthless
Baron ,
An empty shell
Cast aside, of no further use
The fire inside , dissipated through the barrel of indifference
My heart roams aimlessly ,
Eventually, it  will succumb to gravity,
Fall to the ground,lost
my affection
Nothing more than an empty shell
A discharged round of ammo
Laying in top of the dirt
With nothing left to give.
I put it all into her
Now she's gone
And I'm but an empty shell

Will she ?

Will she hear the gentle breeze ,
And think it was her name uttered through my distant lips,
A galaxy full of whispered " I love you's " sealed by her name , I used to encompass my day with.
Will her mind ever wander , to one of the may odes I used to create , bathing her in affection , laying steps,
Leading  to the pedestal I had set out  for her.
Will she miss being the center of someone's affection , now that its gone completely , only to relish in the storms if a past that was just as moody as the month of march.
Never to be wrapped in the cocoon , my arms , my affection, will she feel even the slightest bit unprotected without me ?
Will she look to all the beautiful things I used to compare her to?
Feel my love amidst the roses , and the pain on the thorns ?
Will flowers bring back how gently I touched her ,,
The porcelain brushes if my fingers , or lips to her skin as to me she was as fragile as she was beautiful.
Will she miss the comfort of knowing she was never reality alone , as long as she had my love?
I was just an outreach away
My love ,
She was always alone in the mirror, but her mirror was my Eden , just her.
Will she ever " get it "
She'll never know another love like mine, and ill never know another love ,
And I wonder if she will ever "know" at all ?