Lady night offers her generosity
as the stars twinkle in syncopation for me.
Shadow-clad silhouettes...
Their gaits mysterious.
The night lights trail into the depths of my eyes.
Burning away the seconds, so effortless.

The quietness...
Willing forth dishevelled reflections...
Of unkempt emotions.
Allowing a barrage...
Of thoughts and notions that span
over night and day.

So that they could...
Be conveyed through paper and screen.
So that I could...
Share with you what I intimately mean.
The unforgiving onslaught of ideas and feelings
I bravely conjured...
But too afraid to say.

I'm learning how to see
Rainbows in the dark
In the midst of what I call loss
There is something gained

I just have to figure out what it is

And maybe this is all
Maybe something more
In the middle of an ocean
My feet upon the ground

I'm learning how to see
The particle and the wave
What it always was
And what it can be

I just have to figure out what it is

Short poems garner attention
Sad to say
I guess that most people have
Short attention spans

And I'm done

Sort of like a phantom limb
I can feel her
Even though I know she's gone

Sort of like the summer wind

Sort of like an old best friend
I haven't seen
In way too long

She's sort of like a phantom limb
The pain of loss
I deal with again and again

The pain of loss
Knowing I can never win

It doesn't matter the things you've done
to me
You're still everything I want to be

It doesn't matter the things you've done

To me
Your everything I want to be