into the world
of shadows
that fantastical
garden
adrift in the
night

underground
in the
ether of
haunts
the boatman
still demands
payment
and
the
river
still

flows

fade
into the other side
of midnight's

nightmare

SS 9/9/2015

754

My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun—
In Corners—till a Day
The Owner passed—identified—
And carried Me away—

And now We roam in Sovereign Woods—
And now We hunt the Doe—
And every time I speak for Him—
The Mountains straight reply—

And do I smile, such cordial light
Upon the Valley glow—
It is as a Vesuvian face
Had let its pleasure through—

And when at Night—Our good Day done—
I guard My Master’s Head—
’Tis better than the Eider-Duck’s
Deep Pillow—to have shared—

To foe of His—I’m deadly foe—
None stir the second time—
On whom I lay a Yellow Eye—
Or an emphatic Thumb—

Though I than He—may longer live
He longer must—than I—
For I have but the power to ****,
Without—the power to die—

You have mastered the art
of leaving me wanting more

I've been there ~
She listens with ears that only hear the pain of lovers past ~
He sees with eyes that are blurred with visions of everyone who went away ~
Love spears your insides ~
It disrupts old memories ~
It stirs them up into toxic mush ~
Until all you see is ALL the people that used to be ~
Not each other ~
The glass is stained with the past ~
Clean it off ~
Clear the smudge ~
Look at the water with clearer eyes ~
Listen to the night with ears that have long since shed an old lovers sin ~
You still can't look at each other ~
But don't let go ~
No one will hold you like she does ~
No one will protect you like his jealous arms ~

You are hers and she is yours ~
And that's all you both should see ~
Listen not to whispers of people who can never be ~

Push aside ~
The pain and pride ~

Listen to each others hearts again ~
Because the beat didn't skip ~
And when you hold his hand ~
And touch her skin ~

You'll realize that a love like yours ~
Can never be apart again ~

Sadness is here to greet me again ~
Melancholy eyes wet with tears ~
I struggle to march through each day ~
The night comes like a blow to the chest ~
Relentless ~
Unfeeling ~
Reminders that I left ~
And now I see you holding her hand ~
And I have no one to blame but myself ~
For all these years of melancholy eyes ~

Copyright Tia Jane Fajardo