Haze

His eyes were liquid honey
Blazing and brimming awake;
‘Twas twilight reflected on his gaze.

She stares away, in a daze
Instincts clouded and lips locked away,
Memories clouded and muddled.
This familiar haze….

But, there it stays,
The raging storm
From a time before dawn.
Yet again, the familiar emotions
Grips the saint; so silence,
Please, let me tame the devil.
Let the ugliness and lingering touches fade
Lightly, till she reaches the meadow.

In this haze, let the past fade,
She will give up,
For now, it isn’t her place.
Maybe later, all that will remain
Is the nostalgic ache.

Dear reader, Have your ever felt like your past is impeding your progress? How do you move past it? In this case, I write about crushes, which seem to impart the same emotions – dread and illogical happiness, regardless of your age. Yet, we may choose not to pursue it due to unforeseeable repercussions. It’s a strange emotion indeed.

Philadelphia

Bring your sadness
And all your blessings,
The city of brotherly love
Will embrace you, as are.
The wandering snow,
And the lights of Christmas,
Will set your heart aglow,
And spread cheers as the dawn recedes.
Come night or day,
Set your heart aflame;
For even a flawed hearth
Can warm your days.

Silence

The feeling of hope
And the dread, with a dark hole,
Mingle and merge
With the fog on hold.

The tranquility of the water
Battle with the chaos, a little sober
From the talk that takes over
The sanity of the heart.

Silence, the leaves remain
Unmoved, the lake claim
The look beyond facades go,
Mere mortal fears, still cold.

December

The wind to my soul
Sways with the light
To turn me whole
‘Tis a wondrous night
Of hues – I could elope
With the little star
That holds my hope,
The minds spar
And succumb to a drunken glow
Dear December, may the cheers
Past sunset flow. •

Tree of Life – Light

This starry night
With no snow in sight,
The lights rise
In synchronous tides,
With the tree of life
Taking the center stride.

With no armor
We wander
Past the will ó wisp,
The air all crispy,
Music in the air,
It was a wondrous affair.

Fire 3: Light

This festive season
The crackling rises
In synchronous tides,
Warmth and wonder
Reclaim their stride.
Passing the stories –
With the jolly crowd,
Tap your feet to the aster loud.
Love, my sweet,
The lights are back to town.

Fire 1: Starry Night

This starry night,
With the warmth licking our soul
Lost in a million words,
A simple gesture
Serenades as hope, and
We wander
Past the land of green and yellow
Lost in the sound of the harp
A little mellow
Foxtrot with the bluebells
And lo! It all begins
A lore of the sweetest whisper
The light, when the earth turns darker
Sparkling, eyes stare in wonder.

Hello

The flashes of light
In the ashen sky,
Like the autumn rain
Connecting the summer tides,
Our eyes meet
And the colors collide;
A simple smile
And the spark glows, alive;
Hello.

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