Solace

Why is solace so 
singularly sad
yet uplifting 
in its hushed solitude?

is it not then
we hear the lilting
melodies of our hearts? 

Why is silence
sought out
when the wind
hushes
for no one

and whispers
no names but
those we keep
secret and close
to our heart of hearts?

How could it be more tender
in any other way?

Why would I want
a pain loved so truly
by solemness
shared in any other way?

supposedly

supposedly

things get better

the very moment you give up

the very moment you out loud deny

that there’s even the slightest chance of seeing light

the very moment your heart says “no that’s it…no more.”

supposedly things get better

but until they do

all i can do is stare the hands down

as they tick away the time to supposedly: 

that unannounced moment when things will somehow magically become better

and i no longer will have to only suppose.

Pendulum

pendulum
            to and fro
to and fro

along with the
beats of a heart
in throes
of wandering woe

pendulum
           to and fro
to and fro

tapping along
 a life’s time that
ticks by me
before my very eyes

pendulum
            to and fro
  to and fro

stopping quite still
to only mock with
with your dullish gold face
smirking away at my
misty-headed misery

Dawning

keep your fingers crossed
your heart open
your vision willing
your dreams real

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keep your smile secret
your heart willing
your vision sure
your dreams strong

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keep your eyes dry
your heart strong
your vision unblurred
your dreams from fleeting

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keep your head up
your heart patched up
your vision realistic
your dreams as dreams