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Lydia Sep 2012
Here I am
On the precipice
Somewhere I have never been
Somewhere I swore I would never go

Like the green of a newly lit morning is bright and bold
My spirit is newly bathed in a somber glow
Bright in indignity bold in bareness
Rearing for strength
To heal
To grow
Lydia Sep 2012
Come
The one I adore

In the ways of love and charm
I am a simpleton
But with you
I am master, savant

Of grace I have none
And as a soul
I am fragmented
Partial
Dismally incomplete

Though
In your eyes I shine
In your smile
I bask

I feel my heart would welcome you
But you do not feel the tremble
The gentle rent as it breaks
So unknown to you
Each time you turn away



Your shining eyes are not of me
And the warmth of your smile upon me
Runs not so deep as I had dreamed
Lydia Jul 2012
It seems cruel that the world should be easier to bear
with the prospect of death

Why fear the trials of life which no longer call claim upon you
To know The Day would make me brave

Brave enough to live
to finally live
and move beyond
anything and everything that bade me "be still"

To dance for life--in life--to life
To see light as something of warmth
instead of a harsh reality that creeps into my dreams
and steals from me my fitful sleep

I would face anything to be rid
of this fear

Death
this unrealized, unacknowledged fact of life

Something to live in spite of
Lydia Jun 2012
And into the black
The wanderer goes
Farther
Farther still

Back to the lonesome dreams
To the memories of low esteem

For the wanderer
Returning home
Is never easy

Dust covered boots
And worn ragged cape
Contain him

His life

Who he is
Amounts not to where he has been
Or what he has seen
But to the redemption
Of all that has come before
To
Every desperate step
Every windswept
Weather worn scar



Footfall
By footfall
Straining muscle
And disenchanted breath
The wanderer comes upon
Ever so slowly
The cancer of his heart
The rot of his bones
The disease of his skin





Despite the distance  
The salvation of time
As if like a mountain side
Or deep jagged canyon bluffs
Shaped by ceaseless wind
And pounding rain

The wanderer
Wears away
Lydia Jun 2012
I watched my love die on the sand
As blood mingled with the earth
I watched the light fade from his eyes
Sweet breath abandon his lungs
I saw him suffer to say some word
A sad way to waste the last of breath

In my hand a desperate grasp
Pale against skin, gasp against sob
A cry from lips of pain and loss
In this short eternity I was so lost

And as the staining darkness reached his eyes
The moon did break
Propelling shattering crystal across my sky

No more night would fill my life
With no more moon to light the way
Only sun filled days
No more reprieve from scorching rays
Spiteful as they burn my eyes
Already sore from things too bright

~
Even as life relinquished its hold
And the fingers of mortality would press no more upon him
I held on still
I held, I clung as if to root him
To where he should belong
I dared the earth to split beneath
Even then it would not be enough
To give up night
And surrender to sun

What should I say
Farewell
Goodbye
Soon the sun will come
And you will leave me
And you will fade

~
The dawn that broke
Brought a mournful shade
The warmth that seeped through clouds of dew
Seemed to mock me in its wake

Sounds of morning
Whispering false peace into my ear
Egged on a pain that seemed to sear
Within my chest, my bones
Every inch beneath my skin

~
I huddled beside it
The empty thing I had loved
And that had once loved me

My head lay upon his chest
Otiose against my being
I clutched closer
As if my beating heart could call him back...
Lydia Jun 2012
Tiny thing
keep to the skies
Glide and soar
Flee from the storm

Fragmented light
teasing through the darkness
the glum darkness
of the tyrant thunderhead

Tiny thing
you did not lose your way
Chaos is your passenger
your companion

The sky is an endless place  
where you retire to your endless fate
Lydia Jun 2012
Sycamore green
Flowers and
Tears

All does Fade


This
slowing heart-
A lone drum
On the final battle march
Puts me to rest

And
All I have ever
Wanted is
To surrender

To
-Sleep-
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