The Winter that Healed Me

It was the winter of last year

with “Heather” playing in my room

I recalled you as though

you were the love I couldn’t ever gather

My ink traced your beauty

your hair, your skin and your blue

in the July autumn’s words

It pained me up till my throat

for your heart didn’t grow flowers

with my spring warmth

Today, “Heather”, plays again

but it doesn’t cause my heart to ache

for the spring flowers are long since dead

and the butterflies, have long since flown away

The Winter is mine

It brings to me white stillness

numbness, all I want to feel

and all I am okay with feeling

“Heather” still plays

I WILL NEVER HAVE YOU

You are the moon and I am the star
far too away, yet feel the scar

By wearing that beauty making my heart ache
maybe falling for you was my biggest mistake

I’m too fragile, honey, to carry that charm
To watch your glimmering self past the farm

Perhaps in love with your graceful move
his treeses, his tint, every bit I gloom

You’re unreal, I fancy, too good to be
in every night’s dream melody I see

THE LIE OF LOVE

Long love know it never be
Not bedlam nor blinded not to see
To yearn young ensures years
but death cut heart with spears
For felt desires, belief and bliss in moments absolutely amiss
Yet we take the fib for truth
for facts helpless cannot soothe
This age sees no love, no young zeal
Still dream, falling head over heels
To carry on with this voyage, this life
wearisome, an endless nightlife
A sprinkle of speck of elation
no worries, nor troubles, fiction