Overnight
Very suddenly
Beyond completely
I’ve fallen
So in love with you
Have you fallen too?
Shuddering
In quiet suspense
As your lips touch mine
Wondering
Whether I can bear
A moment like this
Billowing
In the swell and swirl
Moving in rhythm
Frenzied rush
As we climb and soar
Heights not known before
Breathing
Erratic, in gasps
Bliss to feel like this
After just one kiss…
we’re in the same boat
you and I– chasing the same mirage
in the desert of our lives that is
filled with life that we never see
we’re on the same road
you and I– looking at the crossroads
dreaming of the roads not taken
when the yearning began to burn
we’re on the same journey
you and I– we’re trying to move on
but our illusions spin us around
wanting to know the reason why
we are travellers and seekers
a tossing and turning of the restless
that which we have lost we cannot retrieve
because it will never ever be quite the same.
Insignificant
As he may seem,
He is the Don Juan–
The seductive charmer,
Dipping into the nectar
Of all his conquests.
Jostling and nudging–
They wink and flirt
With a slight lift of the skirt
He is there in a flash
Collecting his stash
Tasting her sweet honey.
Unashamedly to the next,
He propagates the seed
Of the next generation.
So, it no longer seems
Insignificant
When we all enjoy–
The fruit of his charm
Dressed in dark suits
All of them wearing dark shades,
Their obligation
Complete for the day.
It was a great funeral
Lots of people there.
Some came to greet you
Gave you a pat on the back,
For a job well done.
Did they understand
The pain you were going through?
Did they even care
What the cause of her death was?
How long she’d been ill?
And what about you?
Did they truly understand
Your well crafted speech?
You spoke of your loss
The void, utter loneliness,
Of your love dying.
You cried out for help
But they did not hear.
Then they were all gone.
I felt your pain…I knew…
She visits me without warning
sweeping in, wearing her dark hooded cloak,
instantly paralysing all my faculties
as her opiate smothers my senses.
She turns off my music, steals my appetite,
casts an eclipsed shadow of despair over me.
Sometimes she slips stealthily into my dreams,
walking me through a daze of dim empty rooms.
Some of them familiar, stark and solemn,
abandoned grey walls encroaching in.
Then we’re walking the unruly garden,
the open space surprises and excites me.
When she leaves, Sun slowly returns–
trading smiles and agile footsteps
as I walk through brightly-lit aisles,
shopping for a new chance at happiness.
Buying stones and trinkets to keep her away,
still convincing myself that she will not return.
Then she is suddenly there, painting my walls black.
Restless in pace, l still cannot see her face.
She effaces good memories and mists up–
my promising thoughts, drowning me
with rivers of tears and unsolicited fears.
Still I rise, fending her off with bright smiles.
In the distance, He reaches out to me
reminding me that I am not alone.
Patience and Hope are on their way,
Faith enters the room with his armour.
Another Cleave poem – two separate poems combined to form a third
Don’t be afraid I want to
Take the risk, be with you
It will work out fine loving you
You loving me unconditionally
I, making you mine for always
How else will we feel in the moment
The magic that holds us captive
In your words, right here, right now
Take the plunge and take me
Dive with me into the depths
In ocean swirls of our dreams.
Frozen words
Iced over
By your confusion.
Locked in silence,
Handcuffed–
A prisoner
You hold the lock and key, to
My heart
And now you want release?
we stare into the interminable distance
wishing we could divine its existence
what waits for us on the other side–
is it a land filled with unequivocal promise
or will we remain in Nostalgia’s guileless grasp,
longing for diamond memories of the past?
will we ever see the rise of the golden sun,
will he who stands beside us still be the one?
the wind is a temptress with liquid eyes
when she breezes or dampens our dreams
the light you once knew– may now play its trick.
in this age without prophets, how shall we know
save to feel the warmth of our heart’s afterglow?
look for signs in the eyes of another’s to show
before we reach to the sky, let’s ask ourselves why–
what is that purpose that will drive our reason?
let this be the guide to hold true in the season.
but in this minute, this hour, this moment–
treasure it unconditionally, let’s try not to lose it!
It still stands waiting for us…
You come to me with that look,
the one filled with many questions.
You had not anticipated feeling like this.
When did life stop being predictable?
Was it the day that we crossed paths?
Did it change your timetable and destination?
When you took the bus you knew its direction
but now you’re not so sure, did you miss your stop?
Or was it simply the law of cause and effect?
Little girl take care
Don’t let the world tie you down
Shelve you in a box
Throw open those doors
Wake up from those vivid dreams
Make them come alive
You were born with wings
Spread them out- take to the sky
You were born to fly
Step out of the box
That will confine how you think–
Limit your world view
Beware of the cage
That barricades your thoughts with bars
Of doubts and fears
Find the pearls within
Shake off the grey shells of doom
You were born to bloom
Hoist out of your own petard…
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