I often lament the endings.
Crying on the couch about missing you.
What would happen if you died and I lived?
What would happen if I died and you lived?
The last glimpse of you is like the sea;
I’m always longing to be close to you again.
Endings
Category: Poetry
The Mirror Ripples
Beyond the mist,
another world.
Here and now,
still in this place.
Viewing the scene,
distorted reflections.
Trees on the surface,
watery reflections.
Deceptively calm,
hidden from sight.
Another world waits;
the mirror ripples.
Her Love
the flowers of a heart are so true
she holds them close just for you
this love is brown and wild blue,
so unabashed in her love for you
Lake Song
A mysterious fog
hangs about
the fabled woods.
Sitting still on
the surface
watching the water.
Listening to the
calm sounds
of the lake song.
River Art
A tree song
sung in the key of winter,
yet there is a melody here.
Her river art
is painted with romanticism,
yet her art is unclassified.
I stand still,
full of longing and sorrow,
yet she cheers me along.
Reflection
Nature’s reflection holds me
in her fragile gaze.
I reflect the bare branches
of curly messy hair.
Moon Gazing
you look to the moon,
the moon looks to you,
in reflections of beauty
A Sea Memory
Siblings and cousins
Games an inflatable Tyre
Falling back; time stopped inside the sea
A hand pulls me from the depths
My brother saved me
The Pyre
The drums move,
one, two, one, two
as if she feels the vibrations.
A shroud for her soft bones,
yet they cannot feel her anymore.
Moorish grey clouds weep tears
as they step and move in time.
At the pyre, the drums beat loud
as they dance and sing for her.
Conversing with the Sea
Wavelets move.
I’m home now, she tells the sea.
A wavelet splashes her feet.
Is that your answer, she whispers.
The wavelet doesn’t touch her feet.
Looking to the lunar sky as light touches the sea surface, she asks the sea if it’s the moon.
A wavelet touches her feet.
C & K 