Zoe

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Doe-eyed, you tumbled in my life,
With three spots on your pink nose;
You came to be quite the symbol
Of Hope, soon after Love’s repose.

Gangly, obedient, sensitive,
No endurance for pain,
You are the one I am closest to,
Who loves me for least personal gain.

The first who loves taking a bath,
The first who shuns food for play,
You sit beside me through waking hours,
At sleep, you keep the monsters away.

I want to protect you from life
And its inevitability;
If I could only make you know,
Of just what you bring
what you mean
what you are
to me.

(written 29th August, 5:30am)

Dream Hole

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Here I am.
Once again awake
At daybreak.
The futility astounds me.
Life has succumbed to fate.
Dreams shattered
Many moons ago.
Bursting into nothingness.
Like a sun consumed
By itself.
All life and fire once.
Now a black hole
Sucking in any light
Into its yawning vortex.

Here I sit
When the dark threatens
To turn into light.
With my eyes wide
Like dead planets
To be annihilated.
If a new dream filters
I pay obeisance in fright,
Sacrificing it readily to those gone.
See it scream as it eddies,
Tearing through twilight,
Till it knows its being is futility,
And is consumed whole.
I can’t help wonder:

Is it better off than me?

(written 27th August – 6:30am)

Free

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Tess looked up, away from being,
Saw the sun as she used to do,
She knew she’d to touch it today,
Make from her old life something new.

The magic of the sun in sparks,
That dissolves the purple to blue,
And transforms weeping red golden,
Made her tears disappear, too.

Her eyes were wide; her tears were still,
For she knew she would soon be free:
Touch the warmth of the rising sun,
Be fused within the cool, blue sea.

She stepped into the liquid sky,
Her feet carrying her through the air;
She tried to reach out to the sun,
In trying, reached into his lair.

Her fingers moved close to his heat,
But she knew she’d to cross the sea,
So her feet now touched the water,
So now how far could the sun be?

The sea felt cool upon her feet,
She could feel its lapping form,
Higher, higher, deeper, deeper,
And she moved on and on and on.

Fingers reaching out to her sun,
The sea now carried her above,
The waves caressed her and, rushing
Into her mouth made quiet love.

For moments, there was darkness,
For moments, she lost her sun,
And, then, she saw it once again,
For now, the sea, the sun were one.

That was Love! In wonder, Tess thought.
And she smiled and she touched the sea,
And dissolved when she touched the sun,
And was essentially free.