I Prefer Not To.
winter
and I wish
for nothing
wading
through the windows fragment
stranded
on the rigid edge
through the stoic’s desperate prism
flailing
at the frigid words
that struck the essence
of her absence
weeping
at the widow’s ledge
where i lept
i lept
i lept
if i fall
from this earth
would it suffer
me, no longer
if consciousness will sing
amid the ashen dawn
adrift
to lay
this latent life
upon the lei lines
once asunder
would then prayer prove its purpose
for what conscience
beckons nigh
as fools
who feign forgiveness
or the martyr’s stoic stance
hanging ropes
hope
loosely fastened
by two ends
reflecting truth
spending endless realms of interim
in morass
contrived of morals
with vociferous intentions
as a madness
slow-ensues
through our youth
now
ever squandered
by the fate of hollow fears
in the absence
of the here
and never morrow
A beautifully heartfelt sentiment from my dear friend, Christine Ray.
We have only recently met
But there is a sense of inexplicable
Connection
An easiness of souls
Like greeting an old, dear friend
Whom I share a deep
History with
As if we had shared
A babysitter as toddlers
And peanut butter sandwiches and Fritos
In the lunchroom in grammar school
And protected each other
From others’ hurtful words
Fought off each other’s bullies
On the playground
Provided band-aids for
Each other’s first broken hearts
What is it about you
That feels so comfortable
So much like home?
There is a piece of you
That feels like it could be
A piece of me
Kindred spirits, twin souls
I am struck by the fact
That your bright shining soul
Is easy to embrace and love
Unconditionally, even from afar
If I can feel that tenderness
For your heart
For your soul
That feels at times as familiar as my own
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