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Monica Rose Aug 2010
There’s a light
In the darkness
There’s a crack in the door
Bursting through with sunlight
Shining evermore
Monica Rose Aug 2010
I knew you from a once distant land
I loved you from the time I took your hand
In mine. A glance at you stops all time.
You’re so otherworldly divine,
Unfathomable outside these lines.
Unworthy of your steady gaze,
Trying to work through this maze
That is you. This is true that I love you
Can it be even though I never knew?
Before you walked out that fateful door
To return once again nevermore.
Monica Rose Aug 2010
I need space to breathe
A place to dream
Courage to speak
Time to think
To absorb through each and every pore
Memories too many to count
Love too great to grasp
Your constancy, fidelity
Confounding me
I need clarity.
Monica Rose Aug 2010
Lost in a sea
Nothing to anchor me
Floating.
I can’t stand on my own two legs
Can’t grab hold of water
It slips away.
What my strokes do
Barely prove to move,
What little I try,
My life floats by.
Monica Rose Aug 2010
I wake in the morning
And I have missed yet another sun breaching the horizon
Clarity comes, full rest rejuvenates.
Before long, worries remembered
Ball and chain secured,
Weighed down by a thousand yesterdays
Each and everyone endured.
Monica Rose Aug 2010
A quiet dark fills the room.
A silent calm seeps through the cracks,
Crawling through the spaces
Into little crevices,
Through tiny miniscule holes.
The molecules ooze bit by bit.
Immense force builds,
Inevitable, it climbs
Unstoppable, haste less
It drips,
         drops.
Pooling into little lakes, ponds
Droplets bead on the floor,
Others absorbed by books
Cracked open, papers discarded.
It grows larger.
Eating away at the noise
Inch by inch, foot by foot
All of it, consumed, swallowed
Calm nothing, inescapable
Peaceful dark,
Silence complete.
Monica Rose Aug 2010
Five stories up, I watch the people
Miniature lives I see them go by
Thoughts. Loves. Burdens. Losses.
Complexities I will never know
Broken into fractions
Tiny particles, spectacles.
We are dust.
And time ticks, tocks.
Never once it stops.
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