Burnt to ashes
how do I spark my flame?
Perhaps, embers somewhere
still breathe
and so I write again?

Bonfires and wildfires
people see so well
but the fire in my heart
remains unseen.

If you ever come along
and empty the sea on me,
I'd would still be burning
till he came,
a drop of tear from his eyes
is all I need
to douse the raging fire
deep inside.

Earth held solid under my feet
with the first steps
when he held my hands
to guide me on
over grass or rocks

and lent me wings
with words to speak
for my wants
in times when
I had none of my own

and lit me candles
in the darkest hours
when I cried
feeling lost

and held me tight
in his *****
a world so full
with one alone

and, now suddenly
he's gone
I float, finding no grounds
love's strength gone
I know not
how to live on
dear father,
up in the heaven
please, show me a way
to go on.

Green eyes, blue eyes
and some dark
stare upwards
sleepless, up and long,
looking on, reflecting
hopes and dreams,
emotion wheels fly up
like invisible chariots
of endless steams.

The full moon
listlessly looks down
illuminating all,
harboring secrets
of insomnia dreams.

It's a night of
countless eyes
locked on a moon
numerous visions
feasting one big truth:
Love of Life.

Like wipers on windshield
we go left and right
alone or together
but never touch
even as rain pours
we just go
swish, swish
none listening to the other.

Same windshield
same car, yet
we are  far away
from each other,
speeding away
to a no where.

You are stupid, foolish, crazy
pointless, senseless
in some thoughts,
at other times
good, wrapped in love
sheer joy from above
silent or aloud.

Life O' Life
tell me for once,
to you
what am I?

This is the tragedy you see,
he will never be
as I dream him to be
never feel the warmth that I do
never lie beside me
nor feel this closeness
in soul and body
for
he will never be
near to me, skin to skin
to radiate life within
when bodies blend
beyond barriers of being,
nor look me in the eyes
to seek this light
spreading with his touch.

It will never be you see,
for he sits on my throne
while I sit near his feet.
I look up for  light,
he never bends down
for he seeks not
what's unknown to him
a darkness that never broke.

It will never be
this new moon
will never be a full moon.
It will not be, not be
I wish I could believe
what reality is shouting at me
that hope has no life
in the futility of my pleas.

I cannot define this emptiness
that roams around,
in happiness
it casts a shadow,
in bad times,
me,  it swallows,
when senses go numb
it makes me go
round and round
seeking its whereabouts
and my full  life
makes no sense.

I cannot define this emptiness
can you?