I tried always
looking for her
searching for her
for only a trace
of her presence
in my life.

The evanescence
of her existence
always fading,
vanishing
from my life.

Although
my paths
always
crossed hers
but I lost her,
she eluded my sight
blinding darkness, no light
like the words
that elude
my quill
when I brood
in a pensive mood
I'm unable to write.

And when in loneliness
deprived of thoughts
I lay mindless
to sleep alone
and slowly flown
into the visions,
hallucinations,
of my mind.

I try not to try trying
to look for her
but she
suddenly
appears in full light
with all of her might
like a hyper realistic sketch
embroidered, engrained and etched
on the curtains of my mind.

her image comes alive
from a memory
her face of ivory
her lips of soft cotton
that I had forgotten
long ago
and now
she keeps coming
back to me
in the swirling carousel of dreams
and plays a motion picture
as I try not to think.

As I try not to think
words keep coming
back to me
and this verse flows freely.

In a dark and lonely room
winter creeps in through
a lonely window
of broken glass
breeze flows
dry and cold
it sweeps in
and ***** out
all the heat from within.

In the gloomy darkness
I shiver and fear
and hope
that this night would pass
but the distressing wind
keeps howling
whistling the songs
of broken heart
& love lost
while sadness lurks
beneath the darkness
of the night
keeping me awake.

As I lay awake,
my blanket of blue
wrapping her hands around me
gives me warmth,
she protects me
my pillow gently holds my head,
she comforts me
to dream a lucid dream
and I drift off into sleep
in blissful peace.

When sleep fails to descend
in my loneliness,
I'm comforted by pillows
and wrapped in blankets.

What if I sat down here,
and didn't get up?
Would anyone care,
would anyone notice.
Just sit where you are,
and don't move away,
wait until someone notices you.
It may take some time,
but you should know,
someone will always come.
someone will always notice.
It's never too late to stop.

Those days,
so long ago now,
that blossomed within
time that seemed to
stand still.
Now it is gone,
and I am
hurt.
You are gone
as well.*

...

The house I went to
Had a mean Rockweiler folks
Which bit my hindpots!
How I wish this was not so,
I still have those teeth mark scars!


{ Weasel }