You left on a boat
small and sturdy
It carried you
to a place
you did not know
Destination heard of,
but uncharted
Shrouded in a mist of questions
which remain unanswered
but frequently visited
In my dreams
you arrive
to a place of warm sands
spilling between your toes
The wind, like music
caressing you
This is
the unknown path
you chose.
©Terrah Short 2010
Sitting still
Inside a whirlwind
Uninterrupted
Unnoticed
But is he laughing
or screaming?
Why would the lamb look to
the lion with a flame of
forbidden passion?
All legs but one,
collapsing
under the weight of absence.
Tortured by fantasies
mutilated purely by
the condemned nature
Fantasies… Fantasies…
Lion, dear lion, won’t you
look through and see?
A hand I lay
on your cheek
stroking gently, do not turn
away from me
In time waves of
despair disperse,
like cooling atoms
Lightening sparks
Fire moves once more
my heart becomes heavy
I must drain the swelling
or my heart will no longer
beat
Thumping weakly, once again
the lamb will stumble.
My mask is pastey white
Smooth as fine glass
Decorated with gody fake jewels, I keep a straight facade
Expectations glued onto my complexion
It’s all I see in my reflection
Bit inside is me
Words of my love
my hope
my soul
my fears
my truth
It takes much for you to see
What is truly me
Such a mask is clasped hard;
time it takes to pull it away,
to flip it and see
what is truly me.
©Terrah Short 2010
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