I’m sorry I haven’t made
Time for you,
Time to express
What I still hold to be true,
What I long to tell,
From my heart,
In words I can’t seem to get quite right,
You,
My love,
My darling starlight
Tag: Poetry
Next Moves
Sometimes the opportunities are nowhere to be seen,
Sometimes they are all placed in our lap
At once,
In each case
The next move seems harrowing,
Which move do I make?
What is right?
Which would lead me to destruction?
In any case,
The important move is the next move,
Whatever you should choose,
Never stop
Moving.
Capable
I have opened,
And penned my thoughts into sermon,
Though a novice I feel my best has already been,
And I wonder what next I could say,
That would bring to truth,
That I am more capable
Than I can foresee
As I Lay Me
Tonight the glow of ripe moon
Shines through closed window panes,
Sends shivers of thought of you over me,
The heavens our beacons never fail to elicit such a response,
Winter snow makes the shine twofold –from ground just as from sky,
Lunar light engulfs my dreamscape,
As I lay me down to sleep,
And dream that you are here with me.
As Things Always Have Been
My government burned this week,
The fire has long been lit,
But it finally took off,
Swallowed in flames,
Our fears realized,
As we now walk scorched streets
Of an authoritarian regime,
Wondering how long it’s been like this,
When exactly the illusion wore thin,
Leaving us woke to the knowledge that,
Things are worse,
But they always have been.
This Wanting You
You are illicit,
And that only elicits more feelings from me,
I shouldn’t want so much,
But I do, and I stay here awake fantasizing about
You,
You who are always out touch,
But the memory of your touch never wanes,
The wanton heat alone of need makes this almost pain,
But I wouldn’t stop it if I could,
I love you
I want,
I won’t,
And oh!
This wanting you,
Feels so god damn good
She of Letters 