Oh, how grateful I am for this pain that brings with it clarity,
That these tears welling up leave a trail of joy,
That I have weathered these tempestuous cries from the skies and still I rise,
With a sense of longing that I’ve never had before.
A desire for more;
The greatest gift that I have ever given myself.

On the shore I stand staring out
into the waves of pure wonderment
and the dark sullen sky, filled with stars
knowing that you were once one of them,
shining within the night sky
before being picked for a life here with me.

The people laughing and playing
oblivious to the absent feeling lying within.
Children enjoying the soft warm sand beneath their feet,
now you never will know such simple joys.
These are the days where I feel as fragile as a china doll
Knowing that I lost something I never really had.

Looking out across the sea, how it stretches for miles
wishing you the peace and serenity this scene gives me.
Hoping you may get a second chance at life,
back up there among the stars where you can dream.
My little star, something I never really had at all
but knowing what could have been I still look up to see you shining!

lifeblood carefully unfurling its branches
in the marrow’s guardian cells
connecting with permeable walls
when pressure is looking for an elastic collision and
the steady stream animats the soul
bursting into a state of internal ataraxia

You are so quiet tonight.
Your thoughts busily chatter away.
It’s what they do best,
When they are not nagging.
They will not stop any time soon.
You grow weary of the endless tirades.
Would they notice if you stepped out?

Outside stands a fountain that has dried up.
The nearly-full moon watches serenely.
It seems we are all waiting for something.
What I wonder?
“The source eternal,” answers the fountain,
“To be made whole,” adds the moon.
And what am I waiting for?

I turn to step back in.
“Stay with us, why the hurry to join your unruly companions?”
Why indeed?
After a while, I tiptoe in.
They are dozing off but thankfully are not roused.
They will be back tomorrow.
“The light of truth,” I mutter under my breath.

I sought for serenity in countless ways;
Then I found quietude in her,
And she became my fountain of tranquillity.