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Lorraine DeSousa Apr 2015
I sat on the train watching you,



You pushed your hair from your forehead,



And a cloud of burnished copper fell



To your shoulders.



And I saw your violet eyes pre-occupied



Searching the train for me.



I huddled down into my seat to obscure your view.



The champagne light of the morning



Angled through the window,



My head fizzing with bubbles of uncertainty.



Then you began to move



Slowly at first, so slowly you started to recede,



Until I had to twist my head around



To keep you in sight.



Then faster faster you were heading



Away from me, running into the distance



And I still rooted to the spot on my chair,



Observed, it was you after all



Ran away from me.
Lorraine DeSousa Apr 2015
Where once you clung to me like ivy,



And your roots dissolved into mine.



And where the sun obliterated



Each shadow, cast inside our souls.



Where once the coals burned,



And the heat emitted, seared our hearts



To sustain the fires; burning within.



And where once the butterflies,



Entered, beating their tiny wings so fast.



And always the scents of you



Enveloped me and made me drowsy,



Drugged with the ecstasy found,



Where once the ocean met the sand



And caressed it with tenderness



Lapping the shores with wanting.



And so each of us were blinded,



By a crystal moon, that consumed.
Lorraine DeSousa Apr 2015
Occasionally I hear voices,



White noise of others choices.



I flick them away, like flies.



Deep, oh so deep, the ego lies.



Whilst spreading in all directions,



Dividing into self made sections.



I have effaced myself.



I am now in the silence before I was born.



All my affectations shorn,



Cocooned in nothingness.



I do not miss the smell of jasmine



Or watching the blossom fall,



The deliciousness of chocolate,



Hearing the cuckoos call,



Touching the silk of your skin,



I do not miss anything, for I am within.



This body, left to mind, now realises



Everything is absurd,



Dreamland is another word.



Externally the machine makes another sound,



My lungs now fill, oxygen found.
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