There are nights to feel
Impossibly small
To slip through the cracks
And be dust
And gone

There are days to be free
And fly and wish
Sprout wings on your back
And touch
The clouds

There are hours to shatter
Into a thousand pieces
And hold yourself together
With string
And glue

There are minutes to wonder
At ethereal graces
That hide in labyrinthine
Sunbeams
And leaves

There are seconds to catch
A radiant truth
Glimmering in simplicity
Silent
Yet strong

There is eternity to discover
How much a heart
Can hold and break and heal and glow
And become
Beautiful

Complacently the white wall sat
Counting hours with the clock
The chairs surrounded patiently
And wondered where the sky could be

Expanse of freedom stolen from
The silent captives of the house
Holding up their guard, the roof
The white wall stays subject, aloof

Crowfoot underfoot in the hidden hanging valley
Step under intensive sunlight, illuminating hearts and sores
Dissenters blacken pointless fears, pit vipers in the night
Tie irremissible actions to destiny, feet chained to the floor
Maiden hair ferns brush cheeks and hands in shadowed paths
Confusion may never fade, **** that kills the essence of beautiful
**** of day, valley of night, sun and stars shine brighter
Grass stands tall in the grassland, stumbles are hidden, pain is hidden
Intangible grey in rain streaming down faces, eyes drown
Ells and dells and roads and streams cross perceptions of truth
Never to see actuality.

Like magic,
it happens
in a snap
of the fingers
on the crossbow
of time
Like the sparkling arc
of destiny
on my tongue's
plaited river rhyme
like the journey
of the arrow
as it hits
its destined mark
like the lit-up flight
of the sparrow
despite
encroaching dark
like the wisp of a
flash of the jump
of the whale
in a deep blue sea
like my heart
upon airwaves
as your aura
sets me free
and within the holes
of the molecules
that reside in
the soul's abyss
my gentle eye lens
captures your
rolling tidal kiss
in sudden turn of storm
in unexpected rains
I find myself
in heaven's realm,
slicing through
my chains
I stand here wind-whipped
on mountain top
and range
and to you I beckon
in ferocious blooms
releasing all my rage
and slowly, unraveling
my layers
I burst forth
from my
cage

Let me find you, be discovered. I understand you found another. I know your far past over me, but I can't say I'm over you because memories spark like when you would used to stuff your shoes. I remember you were afraid to lose me and I was afraid too but I never expected you to become my enemy until I lost you.

As I'm thinking this won't last I'm thinking back to the past when I remember what it felt like to truly love someone. Presently I understand that I'm not in love with this man. I am sorry though, I didn't mean to do you wrong I didn't mean to make you sad, and I didn't mean to make you frown. It's just the memories of him become trapped in my brain. I have no way of releasing them. You have to understand I was broken before shipped to you. Without bubble wrap leaves potential cracks and bruises. I care and love you with all my heart but this must come to an end because it's not fair to you that I play pretend. I don't like you as a lover but as a friend. You are a kind man who took my hand and showed me how a man should treat a women, but I guess Cupid forgot to hit me after hitting you.

Fight, always fight, always,
One must never yield, not ever,
For I have kissed death, yes,
Lift the veil, the hidden truth,
He is not welcoming, he lies,
He is rotten, corrupt and stinking.
I have felt that cold embrace,
I shuddered, choked, rejected,
Came screaming from its pull,
Denied the dark allure, so cold,
And reared to confront my end,
I fought back, struggled, kicked,
Punched, bit, clawed, wrestled,
Until I was free, heated breath,
And now I know, understand,
We must always fight, always.

Inspired by a writer on HP.

©Paul M Chafer 2016