At midnight
A flower blooms
Petals lifting
To the moon
Like a bird
Who sings her song
Sweetly, swiftly
For too long
Too long, for
She’s out of breath
A kiss held fast
‘Til her love’s spent
She is me
And me is I
And my eye sees me
Left behind
A heart not found
In fiction’s fact
Encased in glass
Like bric-à-brac
-Written July 3, 2012
as my life began to transition
from one season to the next
Traveling at sunset
Golden Fire
The sun must go down and the night prevail (for a time) before a new day dawns.
My chest aches And I can't breathe I long to have A short reprieve I long to fix This wretched mess How long before There's nothing left? There's nothing good Inside of me Rejection bleeds And I can't see I'm blind and naked Through and through You're through with me I pray for you My throat is dead My song is dry My insides gnash From soulful cries I've wept and wept And wept again The longest night That never ends
Ellis Kaye Creates 