Spring Dreams

img_6925Hard pressed against the bench, my hands clutched around my hips
The kiss of dirt it brushed my lips and my bare skin a target to the spring winds
The minutes flew by
Banal thoughts of the evening that lies ahead
Existential dread
The mallards coupled awaiting for the sun to shine
For their chicks to hatch to flourish and grow at the speed of the garden weeds
My eyes a witness to the budding of the trees
The dancing crows strutted across the pond
Sleek black feathers, beady eyes, and all
Turtle took a slow crawl hauling the weight of the water and the world
And in the western lands you stood at bay and watched the ducks
The spread out city contrasted with the tall timber trees

Okanagan breeze

You plant life shovel in hand,
While lumber and concrete creates the urban city streets
Squirrels run down the power lines, rabbits nosh on the tall green grass
Raccoons they thrash their heads through rotting trash munching on their forbidden snacks
A crisp air shared from east to west we took our breaths in solidarity
And in the prairies, the dull green horizon does not wait for you
The flowers blossom and summer expectations are met by the closing of spring
And here I sit thoughts alive and full of you
Bedazzled like a sunflower turned towards the sun
Rejoiced by Daydreaming till the moon pushes through
Goodnight, good day, to the forest, and to you

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Dissonance and Low Tide

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It took hold,
Fast and furious
Vintage cars,
Pink, purple, blue, and red
Ripped down the road
You stood further in proximity
This body a sad case of lost curiosity
And the Caribbean wind whipped away at my fragile state
The voices hollered, drums drummed, the chimes rung through the narrow streets
The dogs they weaselled through the slow paced legs
And the clouded moonlit sky deceived my sudden dread
Voiced my dreams and let them float away
Adrift with the dying hope of reciprocity
I watched my I love you never come back to me
Hands aimlessly grasping for the reluctant grip and those space eyes to take me in
They tend to be incompatible with your mind drifting somewhere in time
Solemn for the journey, in for the trip,
Unrequited confessions lay flat on the Malecon
To be shattered by the waves that crash with the low tide

 

December Ambivalence

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My fingers stretch for hope
Exhausted, my eyes retire, telling me it’s time to go to bed
I can’t remember what I was waiting for
For the moon to peak through the sky,
Or the sun to rise

Craving human touch, a warm embrace

And I ask myself why you are still here?
A sad case of somber in the middle of December
Dry skin and a wet face
I feel undeserving of it all
Yet this broken heart loves furiously selflessly falls into a world of uncertainty
Unworthy of the thought that you might just stick around

So I wait for you to leave me
So I can slip back into a reclusive state
Where my arms feel alien and my body is again many times over inconsolable
Back to the days chasing fading affection
When feeling numb was the goal pursuit

And now I wake up to another day
For today I will digress from the potential goodbye,
to take a break and wait to see what path we will take

 

Perception, Safety, and Love

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Apartment reflections

We were redemptive caregivers of souls, lone wolves seeking safety
We searched far and wide, gazed into each other’s eyes
Grasped aimlessly while gasping in the cold
Taking hold what was left of our broken dreams
We hoped for a savior and mistook it for love
Damned by the self-made prophesies and everything above
Oh
It swallowed us whole
The reality it then dimmed with the darkened sky
And here we sat watching
Waiting
For that beaming solution and low and behold
Our reflection the savior, the water, our maker
The creator

Nightime Thoughts

And I don’t understand what you see
Sometimes your kisses are firm and there are days where you turn away
Your eyes speak to space, shifting away from my face
And when you leave, I wonder
Yet for some reason  guessing is left out of option
Ineffable moments come frequently with you without verbal expression
To stay, sometimes I feel so unworthy of what we share
You don’t tell me what you love, but you assure me with delay with an “ok”

And as you come and go, you seem so very in a hurry
Yet you come back in your timely way and find your way back into my space.