Raining Poet

The girl on the other side of the room
She was the life behind my June
I could only imagine meeting her soon
And holding hands under the soft light of the moon

She didn’t know how she could take my breath away
Or how much it hurt to leave at the end of the day
But the silence ceased as I moved my head from where it lay
I whisper to her softly, “Would you like to stay?”
She nods her head unsuredly, as I show her the way.

Together we walked through the village as it rained
But this was a new start; an end to the pain
I knew that our lives would one day change with an ordain
But right now that would be too much to explain
So we simply talked and let our knowledge regain
Speaking of birds and kites and new airplanes

But as she ran with me to examine the rocks
She tripped and fell, and no longer could talk.
I cried out for help with the scream of a hawk.

As she laid sleeping in a hospital bed
And people looked at me as if she was dead
I sat beside her and to her I read
Hoping a memory would awaken her head.

I read stories of joy and stories of woe
Stories of saved princesses who loved their princes so
Tales of chefs who worked long hours at a bistro
Horrors of aliens that were frightening and glowed
Even biographies of celebrities grown up in ghettos.

But one day I read a tale of a story that I wrote
About why I decided to step into this moat
And how I could never just leave you afloat.
“I love you,” was how I finished, with that quote
I left it with you, written on a note
And before the door closed, you awoke.

The way your face shined when I gave you that rose,
That beautiful smile, and how it glows
The words from from your mouth, like a stream flows
And you warmed my heart, with a kiss that unfroze.

Shiny creek
white circles
thirteen thirteen
I can’t swim

written blankly
or faded
suit yourself
what gives now?

drag him down
it’s not a name
it’s a damn curse
ain’t it a shame?

thirteen thirteen
or was it nineteen
shredded to pieces
and then he’s gone

seventeen, three
he’ll have his revenge
find some bugs
walks right past me

With one ear rolling down her cheek…his world would flood…
“Baby cry no more,
For it breaks my heart to see,
Shed not more a tear,
Smile if just for me.”

“Baby wipe your eyes,
And let your beauty show,
Don’t lie and say you’re fine,
For trust me, I do know.”

And so she would force a smile…but only he could make it real…
“Baby I can see you,
I want to make you grin,
I am going to make a smile,
Rest between your nose and chin.”

“Baby show your colours,
Let your light heart glow,
Prove that you are joyous,
Let your laughter flow.”
With a stomp of her food…his world would shake like an earth quake.
“Baby don’t be angry,
Please do not be mad,
I am sorry nothing’s perfect,
I cannot rid your life of bad.”

“Baby please don’t holler,
I hate it when you yell,
To never see your smile,
Would be my biggest hell.”
And so she would hug him…and perfection would circumscribe their very worlds.
“Babe you make me happy,
A smile that is true,
You bring me to my glory,
And how I do love you.”

“Babe you saved my life,
I am returning to the start,
You patched up all of my wounds,
And mended a broken heart.”
With her words…they both would smile, and may their joy never fade…
“Baby hold me closer,
My heart it floats above,
I wish to keep you warmer,
My one and only love.”

“Babe you are my hero,
You make ever moment count,
The love for you extends,
To an imponderable amount.”

His voice is music,
To my ears,
It washes away
My deepest fears.

His eyes are oceans,
Big and dark,
My love is hidden,
Ignore the spark.

His hair is brown,
So curled and tight,
It shines in day,
And still at night.

His arms are strong,
They hold me close,
With perfect tone,
I love them most.

His smile is sunshine,
It lights my day,
It warms my soul,
What more to say?

His heart is large,
It bleeds my name,
It is not alone,
For mine’s the same.
His mind is stable,
A perfect prize,
Yet I am drowning,
In ocean’s eyes.

His hands are warm,
They match his heart,
But here I sit,
I am torn apart.

His abs are flat,
With godly tone,
He pulls me to him,
Yet I am alone.

His face is sharp,
With a cutting jaw,
It cuts me open
Like a saw.

Yet in my struggle,
And through my pain,
It ends in joy,
A double gain.

He is my light,
My shinning dove,
He is always there,
I’ve fallen in love.

A summer’s day
Is so serene,
But in his face,
Is no such scene.

A glorious night
Is calm and dark,
Yet in his eyes,
Is no such spark.

And open field
Is wide and bright,
But in his smile,
I see no light.

Glistening snow
Is winter’s treat,
He has no shine,
It has been beat.

And ocean wave
Is so unique,
But he, my love,
Is just a freak.

But I am aware,
Of all his kinks,
My world is lit
By just his blinks.

His is not perfection,
Just barely a score,
But he I love,
Il est mon amour.