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To love in heartache is a true mystery.

Involuntary tears when I reminisce
Pull a quick reminder that I'm not over you.

Each day is a struggle
To feign the pain.

A willful longing to repair our bliss
Encourages the fight to regain our ship.

A ring on my finger
Holds memory and a promise.

To hide within fear is the easiest task.
To embrace each other could relinquish hesitation to start again.

Complications reside in steady stride
Until matters are breached and confrontation unfolds.
we
always
listen
for
the
storm light
that brings
her
gentle rain
the
taste of heaven
 Aug 2015 Joseph Schneider
ryn
I am but willing prey to the wiles of the full grown moon.
She guards the night sky...
While I patrol these grounds...
Grieving over the seconds that have gone too soon.

I am a vessel... all emptied and barren.
what once was full,
now echoes faint
the glories of yesteryears.
Afloat still, adrift upon the currents... aimless and sullen.

I am a ghost... haunting no one but my own.
Immortalised...
Anchored...
to a body of mist and haze...
Occupying this space where worthy wind had once blown...

I am a beggar offering nothing but my open palms.
Hope etched tight
into my knackered knuckles
and calloused digits.
Please... take them in yours...
soothe them...
grant me your touch, your coveted balm.
 Aug 2015 Joseph Schneider
ryn
.
Adrift...                    
Time has no hold over these
currents that carry me.
Coursing over this seemingly
endless journey.
Caressed and nudged
by an invisible hand...
Perhaps my grave awaits below...
Where light is swallowed
and is too afraid to show.
The desolate demeanor
of the submerged tombless land.

Adrift...                    
Blind to what lays in store...
Oblivious to...
The faint whispers of a distant shore.
The mythical horizon is but a dream,
worthy only to the steadfast
and the resilient.
Not to those who'd fray at the seams.

Adrift...                    
Ripples amass and finally cresting.
Wake up... Waves are breaking.
The sand beckons bearing open arms
to home and sanctuary.
I glance back to
the calm of the watery plain.
My feet aren't ready to be received by
the grit and grain.
I'd like to linger here...
In the water, with the shore so near.
For I've longed and travelled far...
but
I'm still not yet ready...
.
Rumblings
Tummbling
Pain
Insane
Pendulum
Swings
Graves
Enslaved
L­ust
Prevention
Corruption
Autonomy
Interdiction
Craves
Plenty
Fli­ckering
Selection
Benighted
Intention
Equivalence
Quivering
Slith­ering
Impingement
Claws
Causes
Crippled
Laws
Unbalanced
Inoperabl­e
Unrequited
Injustice
Rain
Moon
Falling
Low
Control
Space
Lovers­
Standing
Under
I have a confession to make
And it won't be clear  
Or even wise for that matter  
But I was there  

My eyes saw what they saw
I knew they would tear    
And I swore it nothing new  
But no one was near

I saw what I saw
but now I am here
And yet I still wonder
If I'm ever really here  

I guess the skies
were never as clear
At least In this disguise
I am *sincere
There are places in life where I think everyone goes too once in while, but it's the lessons we learn from those places that makes it all worthwhile. Right?

Thank you TGWLY for creating this exciting challenge. It helped me tap into something I haven't felt in quite sometime. Much gratitude.
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