BEING

ALONE

DOESN'T

MEAN

YOU

ARE

LONELY,

YOU

HAVE

SOUL !!

Yellow, brown, gold, and red.
Colored leaves will soon be dead.

Green eyes, blue eyes
and some dark
stare upwards
sleepless, up and long,
looking on, reflecting
hopes and dreams,
emotion wheels fly up
like invisible chariots
of endless steams.

The full moon
listlessly looks down
illuminating all,
harboring secrets
of insomnia dreams.

It's a night of
countless eyes
locked on a moon
numerous visions
feasting one big truth:
Love of Life.

Tableau

A cheddar wheel of morning sun
Grates up against the window screen
To curl in whorls into the room
Where side by side we sleep displayed
On shiny continental pins  
Rorschach pairs of papery wings
Masking luminescent sifted rind
Silhouettes nestled deep in drifts.

Even I didn't know why she acted the way she did
throwing out all the things we have loved and lived,
gone are the photos of happy smiles slowly faded,
gone are the pillows that formed a fortress of haven.

She threw everything out but she and I,
had kept one thing each, between the sky,
Between the ground that we walked on,
the life of one thing will always carry on
And that is the memories we shared.
The kiss that said 'somehow I cared',
the pieces of our heart like jigsaw puzzles
each missing the correct pieces and
our two pieces will forever remain separate.