Hurt Fades Away

It’s peaceful here in my solitude
Solace came with sorrow subdued
My hope for the future has been renewed
As I find fading the loss of you

I wish I’d know the last time
We made love would be the last time
I’d abandon the pantomime
And drink in all of you

I’d memorize you looking down on me
In that moment of pleasure, so serene
Hindsight, unkind, knows that’s not what I’d see
By then, I no longer belonged to you.

I was already gone, in my heart and my head
So few words between us left unsaid
All we had grown together was dead
The hurt will fade, but never the memory of you.

My thoughts turn to other memories
Of discontent and faded glories
Of sad and melancholy stories
Of regret and brokenness I suffered for you

Myriad attempts I made in vain
To make you prove to me through my pain
That your love was real, but the truths remain
I was an extension of your love for you.

Hurt fades away as scars heal with time
Nothing to say as we move on alone
What was is gone, cut down in its prime
Time to move on, move on on our own

Tiny Bird

Tiny bird,
Cold, hungry,
Left alone at dawn
And greeted briefly,
Intermittently,
And only out of necessity.
Only fed when begging.
Only warmed at the Mother’s choosing.
Until the Mother decides
Tiny bird is strong enough and
Pushes it out of the nest
Either to live
By learning to fly
Or not.

Memory of You

These empty hands still feel the flesh
They gripped once in the night
These lips still burn for kisses stolen
In rare moments out of sight

This heart has fallen, fallen hard
And I cannot pick it up
Heavily laden with tears unshed
Crowding the unspent love

I used to swim in memories of you
Now I drown in what could have been
Visions, words whispered, a glance, a touch
Entirely filling my head

Wisdom descends and I see I have grown
But it’s too late to take back mistakes I have sown

So many words, locked deep in my heart
Pen in hand, clearing my mind
I long for you near me, to hear your voice clearly
How can memories be so unkind?

Wallow and weep and I’m doomed to repeat
Hurts perpetuated through me
So I start with myself, deep forgiveness I need
To begin to restore my integrity




I don’t regret the time I spent learning how to love you
Those lessons grew even when we were apart
I don’t regret the moments spent wrapped in your arms
I miss you, but you’ll always be in my heart.

Glistening teardrops reflecting your eyes
As slowly your memory flows forth from mine

How can I thank you for gifts yet unmeasured?
For opening my eyes to what was there all along?
How can I take back being lost in my passion?
For closing your eyes to me as you go on?

Healing comes as mistakes we’ve made
Become the lessons we have learned
Learning grows as vision shows us
The wisdom we have earned
Wisdom builds as we look back
On the trials we’ve been through
And the hurt will fade away in time
But not the memory of you

Sonnet for Moving On

Word upon word, burned deep within my heart
I weep for the loss yet doubts have I none
Underneath love once whole in piece and part
Through acts of desire rendered undone

Drunkenness loiters from that sip of you
The kiss we shared as goodbye passed our lips
Mixed with poison left behind as fresh dew
Less heavy words have been known to sink ships

The mark left behind is your legacy
Despite biting sting and lingering hurt
Time spent as we made me a better me
“Hurts” are not units for measuring worth

Forward on I go and yes
Life is full of happiness

To One Lost But Not Forgotten

I don’t regret the time I spent learning how to love you
Those lessons grew even when we were apart
I don’t regret the moments spent wrapped inside your arms
I miss you, but you’ll always be in my heart.

The healing comes when the mistakes we’ve made become the lessons we have learned.
The learning comes when our vision shows us the wisdom we have earned
The wisdom grows as we look back on the trials that we’ve been through
And the hurt will go away--but never the memory of you.

The Verge of Farewell

I wait in stillness,
in the quiet of night.
I wait alone,
when all things sleep
save the hunger I have for you.

Memories flood my mind
of a time-touched love,
of a starry night,
of rain and romance,
of devotion's tight embrace.

Locked in passion fueled by love,
our hearts, one heart,
our flesh, one flesh,
our souls, one soul
connected in worlds beyond our own.

And yet, swallowed in the sea,
we return to our lives,
riding the waves of love and joy,
of hurt and loss,
and finding our strength to go on--together or apart.

Though no choice have I,
no outcome will diminish my love for you.

My desires are simple, yet so rarely fulfilled!
I long for lazy days,
for laughter and light.
I long for cozy nights,
for love's sweet embrace.

No one will love you as I,
because no two hearts are the same.
No one will love me like you,
for you love me in ways
I thought only possible in dreams.

How do I move forward from this
if it is not I you long to lie beside
on cold winter's night?
How do I love again if my heart
belongs only to you?

You are the complement to all that I am,
the dark to the light.
For just as the dark longs for the warmth
and brightness of the light,
So, too, does the light long for something dark and meaningful.

Dark and meaningful, my love.
May warmth and brightness always be able to find you.

To One Far Away

Everything she touches she turns to art
Creating beauty with a wave of her hand
Everything she speaks goes straight to my head
Like fine wine or brandy on a cool autumn eve
Everything she writes I devour with yearning
Searching for signs she is thinking of me
And every time she smiles she touches my heart,
And my soul rides the waves of the kindled fire therein.

For the Gods have blessed her with creativity
Her touch blooms the flowers after cold winter’s reign
The Gods have blessed her with words
Her voice like sweet honey chained to my ears
The Gods have given her great knowledge
A pen for a spoon in a paper cauldron of wisdom
The Gods have clothed her in splendor
The light of Ausrine shines beautifully from her eyes

All I want is for her to look at me
That I may bask in all that she creates
All that she speaks
All that she writes
And all that she is
And my heart shall be thirsty no longer
And my soul shall run freely
Through fragrant fields of dandelions and sunlight