Your scars were born of darkness

sorrows - never to comprehend

but I want to plant them kisses

fading those bruises dry.

I want to water - my being

over those marks of old,

and let new flowers blossom

upon a land reborn,

until those scars are clearly absent -

reviving the blemished soul.

I make my wishes, at eleven times two

at the times of the angels

I secretly wish for you.

I wish it would happen,

for this time - times two,

twice daily I whisper - for you!

when currents swelled in turbulent storms,

you carried us,

from rough seas into safe shores

a protection greater than the angels

a nourishment to our tender souls.

but the currents have yielded 

through roughs and time -

and in fragility you carry us still

under your wings until tomorrow

when we look out to sea calming,

and mourn, that mother swallow,

flies no more.

I felt your teardrops, by the corner of my eye

as they flustered down my cheek -

I knew it was a hard goodbye.

moist they gathered,

wetting a dryness - my soul deserted since.

like a flood of saving rain,

I felt, a new love emerging

rising from pain and prior destruction

now watered - by promises renewed

those tears - were nothing of separation

but the rushing to blooming

of a union - anew.

I know of a bird, caged without knowing,

with spacious room to free its wings,

and plenty, his stomach full - and mind at ease.

In his ears, sweet songs are daily sung,

and he repeats the joyful melodies

but all he knows are these “happy-tunes”,

and never the songs behind those yellow walls.

never to wake to realize - the songs he sings -

he sings of a grievous sorrow 

a caged-bird-song.

Today,

you are a poem

then one day,

a ballad

a love song

a fairy-tale

a life novel

my daily journal entry

my everything

my life story! 

If you think of me, 

then I’ve thought of you.

the now, and all that’s to be,

our wishes and dreams,

soon to actualize,

a reality - conceived

just you and me,

our dreams cease,

And life - begins. 

I think I’ve greatly sinned

for I dream of you - 

in every hour of my waking.

I yearn, and covet, and lust

wishing to have you

next to me - in my arms

and for me to be -

a place in your heart -

a thought on your mind.

And I long for you forgiveness,

for my only absolution, is

-  I becoming yours -

Since you sucked me dry and left to die,

I then found the courage to live again.

Yet you never completely left,

still dangling and leeching my burdened soul,

oozing putrid trails and residues,

tearing and recalling those woeful days

when you caused storms within my heart,

then left me to fend the wind, not knowing -

undeserving - and here you are again.

If I could wish death upon your soul,

then dead to me you’ll ever be -

but peace is all I really want,

to forget and find my soul at rest,

and your shadow dispersed into

thin air.

It’s been hard to say goodbye,

as though the end to something grand,

but still for me a life is ending,

and one I’ve come to such familiar,

as in all my waking - this is reality.

And now a new adventure sprouting,

with danger and joy I will encounter,

people now to cross fate,

to realize a new reality present.

Now, this grand event is ending,

but make a path ready,

to write a new beginning.