I remember having my arms around you
In a cocoon of comfort,
As my breath ran down your spine.
Neither of us knew if it would last a life time,
But at least it lasted till the end of that morning;
Before the sun fell out of the sky,
And it flew to me like a reverse Icarus.
The knot that kept us tied together,
Was undone before it could be secured.
But it may be for the better,
Or else the impact would have been much worse.
Now it was a mere meteorite
Falling from the greatest height
That stopped me from falling further,
But it arrived without a single sound.
Only my footsteps,
The wind blowing through the trees
And a few golden leaves,
Floating carelessly
To accompany me
At the moment of devastation.
I hope that at least
Someone was there with you,
Maybe that silly goose,
When you told me that final truth.
A Hair
Written in the morning, at a windy busstop.
I found one of your hairs again,
Clinging desperately to my shirt in the wind.
I remember coming home and finding more
Sticking to my socks because you barely clean your floor;
But they were a part of you
Even when we’d be apart.
I’m going to miss those grumpy groans of yours,
And how your hair would look like loose hay in the morning;
Or those overbearing yawns that sound like a cow just walked into the room.
Every day with you I found something new to love,
Another thing to remember and appreciate.
But now
That chapter has also met its end,
And it’s time for the story to continue.
I pluck the hair off my shirt
And let the wind carry me away.
Footsteps in the Storm
The mourning sun hangs sullenly in the sky,
From a fragile thread that has been given too much responsibility.
Grey clouds are scattered over the horizon,
A foreboding sign of what approaches.
I could hear the falling footsteps from time to time,
Crashing into the earth again and again
Before fading away.
But now the day has come.
As the footsteps draw near, the clouds follow suit.
They are like grey hounds, wishing to be released and bring forth their chaos.
The last light disappears, as the thread finally fails.
There is one final footstep.
Briefly, there is no sound
Except my unsteady breath
As she stands in front of me.
I see a tear on her cheek, yearning for freedom,
Before it slowly rolls down.
The floodgates then open,
And so do mine.
The clouds are released, and the wind howls louder than our cries,
And there is a breathless havoc of rain, thunder, hail, memories,
And the memories that were still to come
All whirling around us as we stand there in the eye of the storm
As we try to just
Breathe.
There is nothing to fear,
As the clouds disappear.
Our tears will dry as the sun begins to shine,
As once again your heart is yours
And my heart is mine.
Sun’s Embrace
The warm morning sun shines over the grown green hills;
Its warmth evaporates the dew off the pretty petals,
Of flourishing flowers that will soon bloom.
The day’s embrace makes the flowers look up, high to the sky
And makes them believe that they could fly.
The Wave
The wave goes through the motion,
And with the power of the ocean
Sweeps it all away.
These great powers at play,
But I wonder if he is still there:
Alone with his soul laid bare.
I cast my eyes down in a fearful anticipation,
And look upon the space with a sense of hesitation…
But there is nothing left: he’s gone,
And moved on to the great beyond.
Storm
Even though even the remnants of the sunset were gone,
The brightest light was next to me.
She illuminated the clouds as they turned pink,
And it may as well have been raining roses.
The whirling wind was in our face,
But I wouldn’t mind if it kept us in that place forever;
A quiet place in the eye of the storm
Where we could hide out together.
At Last
The music softly plays,
Its tune flows through the air
As I run my fingers through your hair.
It is my perfect place:
Of peace, comfort, it’s our cocoon
With our hearts beating to the same tune.
Your smell, and love, the trace
Left behind on my shirt and face;
After our far from final, perfect embrace.
Rain Dance
Dancing on the rain
Without a care in the world.
Drop to drop,
Step to step,
In tune with the uncaring clouds,
And the beat of those longing heart strings.
It all leads to you.
And here we are:
Our heads held high,
Facing the sun in the sky;
Basking in the never ending beams of light
That only meet our eyes.
Stuck in the Memory
He’s not too bad,
He just gets a little bit sad and gets stuck
When he’s struck –
by the memory
And remembers me.
Because it’s him,
He,
The me that I see
In the memory:
He’s not free.
So just,
Please, I plead:
Let me be me,
And let me be free.
Sunny Day
The sun’s only out
When you’re around.
I watch it sink into the ground,
With you in my arms
And some of your hair that keeps going into my mouth.
But when you’re here,
There’s not a single cloud in the sky;
Our only company are the sun,
And that shitty little fly.
JD Poetry 