A smile stretches across your face,
White teeth gleaming,
Brighter than any star,
But not brighter than heaven,
For that would be pure evil.

Copyright Feb, 2011.

Recollecting the recent years past.
After the unwritten fulfilled;
I still believe that I was a phoenix.
Even then.

Perhaps one not filled with imperishable flame,
For some beautiful creatures have greeted darkness,
Darkness that haunts the capable slain,
Into a horror far from bliss.

I know this figure was far from divine bliss,
For when eyes gazed upon the dusky feathers from years past,
The blackened twilight feathers were difficult to dismiss,
A clustered reminder of what these wings flew from, fast.

Though of late, those tufts of feathers have begun to transform.
Molting away this figure, marred with memories scarred,
Unveiling inner embers with lavish crimson and gold flame; a reform.
But why stop with wisps of the past merely charred?

For the time has now arrived to greet gracious death with a destructive goodbye,
An opportunity for this phoenix to endure a radiant rebirth,
Now, time is nigh;
For this phoenix to rise from the ashes of her own self worth.

Copyright March 3, 2013.

Standing at the station,
Midnight on the clock,
Ticks Ticking, Heart racing,
Fingers dialing…
Voicemail.
Again and again I try to no avail.
Why do you not answer?
Why do you leave me in the dark to wonder?

If you thought of me that little.

A horn blaring in the distance,
Breaking me from my trance,
A noise getting closer and closer with every tick on the clock.
My fingers are trembling,
Heart pounding,
Though you wouldn’t know,

That my train is almost here.

The train pulls into the station,
Blowing puffs of cool white smoke,
A train unlike any other,
One not meant for the journey of another,
No, it is simply for me.
My hopes and dreams idle in the passenger seats,
Waiting for me.
The conductor is beckoning for me to board,
Yet,

I freeze in my tracks.

I am unsure what to do.
This is a journey not destined for two,
Time is ticking on that ticking clock,

Do I board or should I make one final call?

These fingers dial numbered buttons one last time,
Heart thudding inside my chest,
I know that this is the final time,
But do you?
I find myself wanting to hear the sound of your voice.

Voicemail.

I gather my things and board this magnificent train.
I will never know why you did not answer,
Why you left me in the dark to wonder.
But I will know this,
It was time that I boarded my own

*Train.

Crunching of crisp leaves beneath my feet,
Chilly breezes in this autumn air,
Arms criss-crossed to where arm and side meet,
An invisible force rustling my brown hair,

I think of those hazel eyes;
Flecks of the purest gold,
Shining like little stars or fireflies,
A harsh wind arrives before these thoughts can unfold,

Does this cold affect you too?
For me, it is a reminder of you.
A reminder of you.
Of you.

Why must judgement dominate us today,
Accusations fly like fishing rod lines,
In the sea of words that these people say,
Corrupting the pleasant thoughts of young minds.

Prejudiced beliefs linger like rainclouds,
Raining on opinions of you and I,
Cries of hate ring through my ears from these crowds,
Almost like thunder's constructed war cry.

Does the phrase, ''love thy neighbour'' mean nothing,
To those faces that roam across this earth,
It could be a compromise or something,
For, If we learned love, it would bring rebirth.

Jealousy will dominate in our heart,
Until we learn to love, or at least start.

Do you wish you could go back into time,
Relive the past lurking in makeshift mind,
No longer silenced like a speechless mime,
Flashbacks and reality intertwined,

Dance in the shining sun with an old friend,
Or perhaps, relive faded days of youth,
Some would prevent a feud or at least mend,
While others would still chip or lose a tooth,

I however, would do something from heart,
Bring back the dead from a dark peaceful grave,
Embrace the people I love with hugs of art,
Then say goodbye to visions of the brave,

Reality brings us to consciousness,
Until time becomes forever timeless.

Hello,
My favourite hello,
My friend,
It feels like we haven't talked in ages,
I hope you're well,
I brought you flowers,
Tulips, your favourite,
The same shade of purple you wore that night,
The night that changed my life,
You seem peaceful,
With that never-ending smile,
I can still hear the sound of your laughter,
Ringing in my ears,
The sweetest sound,
From you, beautiful,
Did you miss me?
I see this distant, faraway look in your eyes,
I don't like it,
I wish your eyes would smile,
Just for me,
I can't help but to feel angry,
Perhaps its just my emotions,
Or maybe the reality of the situation,
Hasn't struck me, yet,
I'm sorry,
Let me wipe away that tear,
It seems to have fallen from my face,
And onto your own,
I understand you haven't spoken,
The silence speaks for us,
Though, this visit is painful,
I'm glad you do not feel pain,
I hope you know,
You've never left,
You're still here,
Lighting up my world,
With every thought and every song,
This is so difficult, but,
Beautiful,
I want you to know,
You'll always be,
My friend,
My hardest goodbye,
Goodbye.