Sitting in this
dying tree
wondering; should
I just let
you be, like she
has done with me?
When she said she
had to go
was that the last
that I should
know? Then, I get
a shiver, when
wintry skies dim
with snowfall
winding it’s way
down the glen
I feel the fall
This tree; once, so tall
Here am I; I have arrived
In this moment I am alive
There is no next, or one before
I am the open door
I watch, I hear the falling rain
There is no pain; no need for gain
Who am I; I take my bow
I am; my name is Now
Some mediums cannot be erased
Light tints don’t cover darker hues
So, I am only partly colored in
with most of it, a deep blue
Somehow along the gallery wall
time got lost in the paint-by-numberings
while unfinished in a corner, sat a portrait
pushed aside with day-to-day encumberings
Dreamsight faded into monochrome
the past leaving a large lasting stain
if only all unwanted marks could be washed away
like watercolors in the rain
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Love struggles for breath
when forced to look at herself
She lives purely so others
can smile in their mirrors
But, often, she is
confronted by apathy
upon reflection
I forgive
though the texture of my heart
will never be the same
Once, it was so smooth and soft
back when I only knew
that I just wanted
to love all others
Now, I’ve learned that
such a pure simplicity
will constantly be challenged
when nothing in life
could matter more
But why couldn’t you
just let me keep believing
that the sweet pure spirit of love
would insulate my heart
from any permanent damage?
False love comes in an array of guises
many of which affect our sight
but that which you allow to enter your heart
should make you and your world feel light
True love does not rip your soul apart
it simply fills you with joy, breath, and life
Taking a back seat
may be the best choice
for taking in
all the beauty
along the roadside
instead of risking
a likely crash
as driver, if you fail
to notice the signs
of an upcoming dead end
Heartspell 