June 9, 2011

I saw you once before in a dream.
I don’t remember it all but
I recall you were some sort of queen;
some supernatural being.
People around you were on their knees
and others danced in the breeze and
they sang songs of love for you
and as I looked on,
I fell in love too.

You were bathed in golden light
so bright that all those around you
were mesmerized,
hypnotized by the sight
and as I looked on,
I fantasized that I might touch you –
a dream within a dream
that I might kiss you;
hold you;
at least just get to know you,
but even in my dream within a dream, I knew
you would not be mine;
you would never see my face in the crowd.
I could have called out for you but
my voice would not be loud enough
and anyway
I had no name for you –
I had no way to catch your eye.

But then you looked up
and the birds in the trees
took to the sky;
Their song filled the air
and a thousand butterflies
took wing inside
as you looked at me
for just a moment;
just a beat.
And in that glance
I felt the heat
of a thousand suns
shining down
on me at once,
such was the
of your perfection.
Such beauty ,
such grace
the world had never known
and all within your glow
could see,
could feel that you were some
divine power,
some heavenly flower
and as you turned to convey the land,
darkness cowered in your gaze.

But when you turned back,
you looked in my eyes
and, paralysed,
I felt you look inside;
I felt you scrutinize
my soul.
I saw the wisdom of the whole universe
in your eyes
and I knew that you knew me
as soon as you saw me.
And after what might have been eternity
but just as easily
a heartbeat,
I felt you leave me.

For a while,
you just stood before me.
You did not speak;
did not move;
did not smile.
And then you raised your hand
and as you touched me,
all the land fell silent.
I felt the world, the universe
each grain of sand,
every petal of every flower,
every second of every hour,
every atom, every star,
every beat of every heart,
every sunrise,
every tide,
all that had lived
and all that had died;
I felt every possible thing
and I felt forever
and then it was gone
as your hand returned to your side
and from that moment on
I could not have survived
in a world without your brilliance.

I met you once before in a dream
and you embodied a purity the world had never seen
and ever since I’ve been
looking for you
and now that I’ve found you,
I can’t let you go
so please, let me walk you home.


Up Close

May 21, 2011

Up close she was as she had seemed –
perfect to the highest grade;
flawless to the finest detail.


Up close, she was just as a masterpiece,
edges cracked and colours smudged,
that from afar one would not see,
but rarely was he close enough to care.



Inspired by @MyWordWizard‘s prompt: “Up close, she was…”

ii. Come Mourning

January 2, 2011

The curtain cracked, the light blazed in;
At first his eyes screamed at the burn.
He closed them tight against the glare,
And took some time that they adjust.

He saw her now, all bathed in gold,
Her long legs crossed and one arm
Wrapped around her chest so that,
She might preserve some modesty.

It struck him odd that she would care,
With what they’d done just hours before
And yet he understood at once –
The girl last night had not been her.

He took her in, from feet to hair,
And it was clear that she’d transformed.
The dark had given her a veil,
A barrier between the two.

So radiant her beauty, now,
As morning light dispelled this shroud,
He felt guilt flare up deep inside,
For all the sin he’d dressed her with.

Her face showed not a single hint,
Of demons that she carried with,
Or of the animal inside –
Kept under heavy lock and key.

For last night that’s what he had seen,
Not the innocent before him here,
But wild, impassioned, brazen lust.
He did not recognise her now.

The flames of guilt enveloped him,
And he was forced to look away.
He searched the bed and then the floor,
To find the clothes that hours before,

He’d torn from her and cast aside.
He found a shirt, his own for now,
And gave it her to cover up.
She took it with a silent smile.

She looked at him and smiled again,
Their eyes now met, the first time since,
She’d looked up at him in the dark,
And pulled their naked bodies close.

His back was scratched; he felt the raw
Tracks that she’d carved into his skin.
Then as she turned to find more clothes,
He saw where he had marked her, too:

His brand was seared into her cheek.
The red teeth marks looked deep, he thought.
He wondered if his bite had hurt;
He wondered if she felt it still.

She pulled on jeans and it was gone,
The only telltale sign she bore,
That chastity and self-control,
Had been unbuttoned in the night.

She let the curtain fall once more
Across the window, blocking light;
The shadows rushed back to the room,
An echo of the night now gone.

He watched her pick her underwear
From off the floor and carry it
Into his en suite bathroom, where
He heard her cleanse herself of him.

She came back in the room, now clothed.
She gave another nervous smile,
This one directed at the floor.
She slid her feet into her shoes.

She stood now at his bedside, shy.
She did not look at him, stretched out,
Atop the sheets. A pause, a frown,
Her lips began to part, then no.

Without a word she turned from him,
And walked toward the bedroom door.
She left him lying there alone,
And though he’d known that she would go,

He felt an awful sense of loss.
Bereft not just because she’d left,
But for the innocence he felt,
He’d broken while she had been his.