The Sun dies and is being reborn, and time, everytime
In my inner soul, wincing, over the irrevocable
Or the resilient lie
I am relying on for so long—in vain—
That, yes, maybe,
I lost her.
The thin moon shadows my comprehension,
In memory of her.
Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus
Pluck the strings to no avail.
A sweet sound withdrawn
Is sharp, swift and scathe
Beyond repair.
Her glassy lips voided me inward.
My heart—overgrown.
Without her, the sand creeps upward,
The vapors fume to rust
And the thorny stars
Turn to dust.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

I can only pledge my love
And not my heart,
For they are two different things,
They are different—
The truth and the confusion,
The smoke
And the fire,
Though they present themselves
Enigmatically
As one.
Know that you can carry my love with you,
For that's what you deserve.
And I can carry your heart with me,
For always.
So when I love you, when
I love you
Know that I empty myself.
So when you love me, I know
That it is true.*

© 2015 J.S.P.