Category: Written in 2014

I am back…
The conundrum lasts…
There is no answer.
Broken bones into casts.

Broken hearts scatter into dust.
The wind has no mercy.
It does what it must –
And I keep hearing it…

The worst is the limited joy,
It shines delightful and true
Then it succumbs, it breaks,
Fool me, nothing’s new.

Broken joy scatters as it will.
What can I wilfully save?
The wind is blowing cold,
Time never forgave.

What should I offer?
How do I find what I seek?
When can I hope?
Why is joy so delicate, so weak?

Knowledge of me shatters inward.
Am I but a mind not heart?
Was this sundering
A reason enough to start?

The moon dies again.
She cannot help tonight.
The wind is so damn strong,
There’s no will left to fight.

I hear the echoing voice,
To it my hope I forsake,
I am back,
Whispers an old heartbreak.

Verse corresponds to pain:
Then do both rise – in vain.
Tears are what unearth rhyme –
But not every time…

Though time wants to forget,
I shall remember yet:
The fragrance of your hair,
As your head rested there
Quiet on a shoulder,
Time stopped growing older.

But a smile is enough
To aid right now and know
That though hope is just stuff,
With all its ebb and flow,
I’ve no cause now to weep,
For this memory will keep.

While your path leads you far,
From an evening star,
Know that when you stride in oceans of sleep,
Real may not the real seem,
And when you achieve a smile in that deep,
Elessar, it’s a good dream.