Though the Summer sun
No longer muffles its rays
With trees, but is full with
Daytime,
I will let you sleep.

Though the cat is playing
With your feet under the
Cover to annoy them into the
Kitchen,
I will let you sleep,  

And feed her myself.
I'll keep the news on low;
Only be whispered to of the
Deaths and tragedies we've
Slept through.

And if my every dream as of
Lately has been true; that
You miss the freedom of an empty
Bed when I'm there;
The room for another it creates,

I will let you sleep.
I will close every door of the house
Between us, hide my pain
In my hands and feel it run
Like the last of our sand between
My fingers.

I will not wake you up with
A single sigh, snuffle or drop of
Tear on this floor that
We walked in our days of love.
I will suffer for us alone.
And let you sleep.

Past day’s slog for the bread
From the sky above the deserted street
I beg a poem in my head.

A sparky thought from congealed weariness
Then rises from the pave
And in starlight as I follow its trace
A night warrior is reborn from day’s slave!

Its grace saves the mind chiseled arts
Rejuvenates the dreamer for another day
Forgotten is all the pain all that hurts
From breaking point life comes back to stay!

From the hungry eyes’ glow down below
From the heavens above me spread
From the unseen nocturnes of tomorrow
I beg a poem in my head.

Curious eyes observe your gazes
Longing to be captivated with her beauty.
Expressions of love are handed out with killer smiles attempting to lure in her beauty.
I declare
" I do not care"
But these are empty words
Curious eyes are stung with tears
My beauty ignored.

Your hugs bring about a smile from underneath the shards
Only to be torn into bits of bitterness
For my beauty is of no importance.

The sun is too distant to hold much merit
but close for the feels to increase in intensity.
The Moon is a reminder: closeness does not mean closeness obtained.

But I will savor those moments when we do come close
Even if I can't have your love

I feel the
worst
when I'm
alone

                           because
                                  
that's when                            
the monsters                
in my                      
head                      
say                      
                          
                           hello.

A strand of your hair
On the table.

I pick it up gently
In grace; gently in love still,

And place it in the bin.
If ever we end,

Let us end it
Like that.

Heaven on fire
Copper-colored blanket
Over a dark land

© Marialenn 2013

loving you was an impuls
but it became eternity

© Marialenn 2014