Gone (IV)
One day
the sun woke up,
and we were all gone.
“the sadness I dreaded
has turned to emptiness.”
“It burns.”
Missing
Gone (III)
One day
we woke up,
and the sun was missing.
“Pick up your lamps and get to work”
the foreman shouted
in the baker’s shop
to the financial
adviser.
The sun
was not missed.
Gone (II)
One day
the sun woke up
and we were all gone.
It searched the moon, its pocket
Mars, the pool, the ISS, the bathroom,
the kitchen and it green purse. It inquired
from neighbouring stars and the postman.
All in futility.
We were (all) gone.
The next day the sun woke up
And we were still gone.
Gone (I)
One day
we woke up,
and the sun was missing.
We searched under our beds
in our shoes, our pots,
on the toilet, by
the fridge and
between our
cushions.
The sun was gone.
The next day we woke up
and the sun was still gone.
Diluted and reinterpreted
My words are like a drop in the ocean of your thoughts
Diluted and reinterpreted buy the waters of you reasoning
For its true form will forever be missing
Its essence, forever interpreted
For in your heart, you posses understanding
And of this is your world comprehended
But such understanding doth bring its anxieties
That my words may flow thorough such filter
And my life, through such a window
Is a thing of both fear and excitement
Do not let your dark clouds of yesterday hurt us
Do not let your tears of yesterday drown me
For my words can get lost in them
Yes. They can spiral down in them, and forever be missing
Do not let your flames of yesterday, consume my heart for you
For rage can burn hot, and in its ferociousness, consume us all
Do not let yesterday, corrupt your view of my heart
For my heart is for you, pure
And the words I speak, are of its content; true
Sometimes naïve, sometimes restrained, but always true
May your eyes, rest on my heart
May they peer into my intentions
May your ears, listen to my words
And of the truth they posses, may they dwell
For our hearts are prone to misunderstanding
And its lenses tend to distort the beauties of today
They twist the sight of a rose and fill it with vile
That the heart may find reason to reject
That the heart may find reason to hate
To hate even the beautiful and innocent
This is learnt
This heart of ours, looks at yesterday
It dwells on the pain that ever so befell us
And of it, builds its fortress
That tomorrow may be kept at bay
That tomorrow’s heart, may be kept at bay
I have found you
Now the search is over
Now I can put to ease, my heart
Now there is peace in me
And my composure is returned
For what was once lost, is back home
And the color, is back in my day
For my heart trembled when you were gone
My mind was amok
My thoughts, awry
How your absence has wrung my focus
And my composure, shaken
For privation became my abode
My heart, in sadness inquired
Is this loneliness here to stay?
Has companionship, from me, been estranged?
For the void is living, and its presence is sure
Its aura is dense, and it weighs heavy on the heart
May its verve end, sooner than late
For only your return can lift this sadness
Only your presence can lift this cloud
And in hope, I prayed
Make my heart smile again.
Let my heart sing, and with joy, say out loud
I have found you
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