I sat in the solitude of the windowsill
Staring onto the horizon
...
The boulevard
draped with autumn’s colourful coat
the eccentric season.
Leaves like little embers
...
I put all anger and envy
in a little sack
and swung it over my shoulder
and onto my back
...
Standing in the Garden;
Lingering in the dim light
of this Cimmerian shade
between two eve’s
...
A dream…
lined the walls of my mind with cryptic emotions
and muted my sense of self-understanding
Confined in these hollow shafts
...
A Midsummer Night's Dream
I sat in the solitude of the windowsill
Staring onto the horizon
the street lights like little stars fallen to the ground
to weak and unworthy of holding their place in the sky.
Countless droplets of midnight purple
seemed to be floating on air
in front my eyes
adhered to an invisible surface.
Remnants of rain.
The cool summer breeze
runs its gentle fingers through my hair
playing with loose wisps.
Voices in the background drowned by my limitless thoughts
their calls now far beneath the surface
Sudden intuition senses your presence
I anticipate your arrival
giving me time to tame my heartbeat.
You break the solitude and the silence.
The philosophy of our feelings for each other
was always tacit.
We had an unspoken understanding
only recognized by us.
At this present moment
this was the exception.
Your thoughts and emotions -
Completely impenetrable.
Memories of our past still hangs on by threads;
Optimism hinders me from cutting their chords
Along with the fact that
my only sharp weapon has been dulled by passion.
My heart’s desires manipulated
by your smile and the softness in your eyes.
I see the reflection of my feelings within your eyes
just an illusion?
I don’t think so.