The Breeze
Every thing you used to be
Moves inside the breeze
I despise his forwardness
I envy her precision
Comparisons to another you are
Humorous or bleak
And always odd
My awkward plans
Can become brilliant
That is how
Inventions come to life
When old laughter
Is set in its place (a regretful face)
So laugh away
All you – who do
I am accustomed to bookstores
And coffee breaks
I take walks and notice you
In the distance – safely away
It’s not really you, but something
About his coat or walk or
Him being nothing that you are
Becomes you
And I won’t be bitter
I won’t tell the world of my love for you
But I won’t be so unwise to despise
Others who have skipping beat love
Those who dress in white and black
On an afternoon that moves
Diamonds like carousels
And presses doves into the sky
I won’t cry amidst that epic celebration
I will likewise all the say
But at home
When everything good is too draining
And old ties fall like rain
Knotting me to you
I will feel that low
Of not knowing when I will close this
Holding onto an image of one day
Our meeting by a lake
Both of us in love with not each other
Smiling like ends do when the sorrow is through
Turning our back on everything we laid to rest
As black birds fly in a sign
And the breeze, oh breezes!
Are mine.
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Cerulean
Sky
This is not all, love
This is not our end
We shall see more
life
As the road can bend
I shall clutch your
hands
You shall hold my
face
We shall kiss like scripts
In a sunlit
place
I breathe sore,
alone
Moved by what you fill
Though you are not
here
I am brimming, still
As I lie calmly
Letting protests ebb
I am still your girl
Whispers in my head
There’s the whitest
cloud
Upon cerulean
It is drifting, sifting birds
They can not live my
notion
To fly and tempt you in song
I can not bare this ocean
Pounding waves as wrong
Love, I need our
land
Come closer and so shall I
To forgive soft as the clouds
Underneath the cerulean sky
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