She cast down her own thoughts of life’s pitiful dwell
Amongst frightful tales    
The truth was revealed
Deep in the dark upon the shadows you will find him
Hiding along a world tangled in her toils
The darkness his dear old friend, has a mark leaving its toll
For his loving devotion was strung into your heart
When played it sang a sad tune
Enduring the unthinkable it seems
As he came back from the depths of hell
She caressingly asked don’t leave, I need you to stay,
Be god and hold me, my savoir, my one and only    
If there shall be no morrow where you’re with me
Then my life will have lost its true meaning

riding the shadowless night
in search of his darkest day
more or less there's Hell to pay
and this is the way of The Wanderer

rocky is the path of mossless stones
and where it leads is less than known
nevertheless 'tis where he roams
and this is the way of The Wanderer

much pity there should not be
as he has visited much pain upon others
passing like a wraith through their friendly hearts
leaving nothing real or true in his wake

nothing could be so bold as a lost soul
unafraid of what is unknown
afoot the rocky path of mossless stones
all alone

and this is the way of i
i am The Wanderer

I remember your lips and your sonnet
and a perfect sunrise alive early hour
I remember our nights
and the long hours kept
glances here and over the shoulder
I remember you reaching over
gently grasping my hand
The hold of strong iron
with the sweat of my land

It was like a fast train
a transparent boxer with a heavy hit
I try to keep my footing through its mighty solid fit
I love you
and I have loved you
for so long dear
Come to my side and be my witness

Days speed
and all of my pain, another tattoo
a reminder of when I was with you
I blanket myself with dreams
it was rich for awhile
Days slept too long
and the threads became undone
A nightmare followed
close by as a spy
I've walked around this place a thousand times
prison steps from yesterday
the wood has softened

I bow my head
to see your face
another tear
my eyes trace
outline to shadow
I close my eyes
and hope for sound
to pull from you
to heal from you

We never part with words
just hunger

Today, I will tell you that I'm lucky
I've got an angel on my right
and you on my left
I see your eyes, like diamonds,
follow through the white-hot steam on tenuous glass
I place my finger on the same line you started
repeat the movement
and trace back my name

Your breath is heavy
your pulse of heart rhythmic with mine
In unison we are alive


"In Sympathy In Existence"

(c)April 18, 2008, Bellabloom,
and its affiliates and assigns and licencors
All rights reserved

this is not a poem
          
          

                       *just a mere

image
consisting of

                                         straight lines
and curves

"Breathe catch your breath
        don't move, be still
nothing in the world
        can touch you now I am here."
      That was the last promise you left me with
           your arm over my shoulder
                  my head falling to your chest
      the slow beat of your heart
          held me still, rhythmic ticking
time passing at once serene, not rushing
                my tears settled themselves
            in the oversized t'shirt I usually
                sleep soundly in.
  But I awaken to a new dawn
                   and you're gone.
        It was just a dream,
                    just a ******* dream about you.


© Sia Jane

A moonlit dance beneathe constellations
      not Taurus or Gemini, Delphinus or Orion
                 but stars we named together
                   linking lines from star to star
       hands pointing in air so cold
a tear falls and
                           another
  leaving a roadmap on my cheeks
            that you
                            chase
                           ­            chase
                                                  chase
   ­         lifting the palm of your hand
                 so cold to the touch I shiver
            feeling the beauty of my tears
         that glisten like Venus in the midnight sky
             of this cold Parisian night
  you smile in jest and
     I misplace the space
  between you and I and that sky
  whispering "do you love me?"
    how could I resist the beauty of
                 our second to last kiss.

© Sia Jane