as we fell

as we fell

into dreams

I knew then

this affair

would be my

undoing

still I took

the leap with

open eyes

hair

when I was young

my hair was thick,

curly and wild 

I often wished it

was tamer with

smooth strands

now that I am older

time and nature

thinning many

of those strands

I often look back

wishing I still had

those thick curls

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #96: Wild Monday

under moonlight

under moonlight

hypnotic melodies

caresses my ears

turning me into

a connoisseur

of stardust and

indigo dreams

across the room

across the room

you stand

a light among

dark shadows

I reach out

to touch

the soft strands

of your hair

you disappear

like a ghost

through fingers

a cold mist

it was a dream

stuck in heart

so please don’t

ever awake me

treading

we tread the waters

as if we’re frighten

one missed step will

lead to our doom

when did love get

so complicated?

I write poem about

the moon and stars

love as the sun

on a summer day

if only love was 

just so simple

winter evening skies

can be beautiful

yet can be as cold

as a broken heart

perhaps love wasn’t

meant to be simple

roar

they try to roar

over the white noise

to get their concerns

heard for once

but over and over

they are denied

their place at the table

by the powerful

yet we cannot let

our voices drown

but make them rise

and topple mountains

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #954: Roaring in the New

oxygen

I rose from ashes

taking my first breath

air filling my lungs

opening my eyes

to a brand new light

- Inspired by dVerse Poetic's Let's get elemental

the beginning of something

rose bulbs slowly open up

allowing the sun’s rays to

reach its core that was closed

all winter to block out icy chills

just like my heart I slowly

expand my petals inviting

new light to enter its chambers

believing in love once again

Photo by Kristina Paukshtite from Pexels

when trust is lost

apologies

cling to trees

like leaves in

late autumn

my tears fall

like snowflakes

in January clinging

to branches

we sit in silence

waiting for words

to break the ice

between us

forgiveness lies

within the heart

but the tongue still

burns from betrayal