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The night sky is so alluring
There is a subtle attraction
Stars hold our gaze tonight
As lovers hearts come closer
Fine strings from the moon
And the shimmering veil
Decorate the landscape
Waves of silver light
Resonates with hearts upheaval
Night’s bring out the beauty
With closed eyes, we see the universe
Love stops at this confluence
Hearts slowly drowning in love
I loved you 'tween the rushes of love
          and downpours of ecstasy,
    midst windswept rapture for the ages,
'til the storm ravaged our destiny
    left behind crumpled passages in its wake
still, I hold those love letters to my breast
  whence those dreams of passion
       wake amid dormant slumber
****** against the cliff
caught in a vortex  
whirlpool of relentless force
pulling me down, down, down
Sound...deafening
Obliterating all sense of direction

I succomb to the waves
****** out, pulled in.
Riptide determined to
pull me under
spared by the mercy
of an upper current that
carries me weightless out and
over the break

Impelled by Grace
greater than the Power at hand
My body finds the sand.
I lie upon the beach,
all fight left behind.
The Ocean claims my strength
No question who has won**

Copyright © 2015 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved.
 Jul 2015 Rashid Nawaz
berniiie
85 days since I last saw you
but who’s counting?
That’s just a mark I put on my calendar in red.
I will learn to live again
When my heart stops beating
in a fading staccato rhythm
that yearns for your warmth.

My tears are still all I have
in the silence that haunts my lonely nights –
But I promise
I will get a cat one day.

The memories are still on the wall
Frozen, watching, knowing
Waiting to be taken down
With a steady hand
Heavy with hope
of moving on.

But alas, not tonight –
For the night belongs to the window
watching the moon
and mourning your lost:
I still miss you and
another mark on the calendar

changes nothing.
 Jul 2015 Rashid Nawaz
berniiie
The ice is thin
at this time of the day
so walk, don’t hop
pick your battles wisely
remember me

Good advice
except that there is
already a far greater poem
by the same name
and everybody knows that one
but nobody knows mine

There are enough flowers at
his grave to weigh down
a gentle boat with guilt
Your father claims to be
The first man on the moon
your daughter’s a conspiracy theorist
your pet’s a schizophrenic ball of dust
named Memory
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