Her Story
October 19, 2015 § Leave a comment
The soft naked feet
Stepped onto the grass
Still wet with last night’s dreams
The silver bells tinkled
As she ran to the buttercup
Dancing in the spring breeze.
This was before,
Before she broke,
Before she was scattered across the ground,
Crushed beneath the feet,
Of the jailer of the night.
The supple body,
Once romanced in delight,
With the cool blue lake water,
The wind once played
With her feathery hair
The rain once ran down her body,
In petite streams.
That was before,
Before she became a canvas,
For the vile shadow that prowled the nights.
Sun kissed skin and freckled cheeks,
Tan body and silver anklets
Are now gone.
She is left with battle scars
Both seen and unseen.
She tripped on the stairs she’ll say,
Because some truths are best unheard.
The Dream
October 19, 2015 § Leave a comment
I see you in the golden rays
When the sun peeks out
Behind the clouds.
I smell you in the dewy grass
On blue skyed mornings
Sweet summer days.
I feel you as the wind
Takes me in its arms
And dances away.
I hear you in the rain
When the heavens cry
And we rejoice.
You are hidden
Between the words
In my yellowed battered book.
You are entwined
Our breaths mingling
Like when we’re one.
In my dreams
You are alive
And gone again at dawn.
I reach out
To feel your hands
Yearn to melt beneath your touch.
I wait
And wait
For time infinite
For you to walk out my dreams
To see you when my eyes are open
To feel you when awake.