It’s not that time of the year without
The sun setting in the west earlier than usual
Time becoming celebratory, shedding its torment like a second skin
The smell of mum’s cooking emanating from the kitchen
Colourful lights adorning the trees
Hearts brimming with sweet cheer,
As all prepare to welcome the new year.
In the deep of night
When the stars shine bright
In the early morn
As dew drops glitter
On a busy afternoon
I hear your heart’s song
Long forgotten…half remembered
A melody that dances
A memory that bursts forth.
On a balmy evening
As the sun bids its adieu
And the birds sing a farewell
I remember you.
A fruit so divine
Sweet, fresh and bursting
With a rotund figure to protect
The juicy inner
Could one truly enjoy the sweet
Without the taste of bitter?
Two queens majestic and powerful
Bound by fate divine
Though they had never met
And would never meet in this corporeal realm
Their journeys intertwined
With the destinies of their kingdom
Where one would unbind her hair in victory and freedom
And the other in grief and lamentation
As one’s husband cut down the other’s,
Slaves as they were to their own purpose.
I still remember
How happy we were
Dancing and singing
As we painted the blue sky.
I still remember
How quickly time flew
When I was in your arms
As we painted the night sky.
Twilight is nigh
And I must go
To the place that’s mine
So I may be whole.
All the parts of me
That are scattered hither and thither
Must come back again
For a summons has come.
She screamed
She wept
Till her throat was raw and eyes numb
But it wasn’t enough.
She tried again
She cried again
To find a way to express
The anguish and rage.
There’s a song inside of me
waiting to burst free
if I could make myself
sit down and breathe
maybe it would come to me.
Be still my bleeding heart
Be still my weeping soul
For not all tears are evil
though evil they may seem
For they only measure the journey
that was, that is and that will be.
