Ripplingwaves

An ode to loss and what I held witness to In the space between my eyes. To the sunsets setting the clouds aflame Burning down like autumn leaves Until the sky is awash with the tone of A lover's blush Gold spilling down streets Into the sea Where I chased the sun to the edge of land Watched it nestle into night's soft embrace Worshipped the moon's dance across waves Glinting with secrets old as tides A tapestry of tales etched in the Stars hung high above, just beyond reach With my infantile eyes open wide. To the city unfurled beneath our feet From the heights betwixt heaven and earth Like a map rolled across the floor A million lives hummed to the pulse Of sparks borne by interwoven lines Binding us together, here, In winding coastlines tucked amidst Tumbling hills and the southern sea. The way we laughed from the spine of the world And wandered down, tracing water's path As it made its slow way home. To our feet hitting the pedals As we rolled through alleys and

Light still takes up the space Where your shadow should have been. Years spun by with blossoms unfurling To catch the sun, rose petals blushing in her caress. Come twilight, they descend gently to Sleep in soil's embrace, quiet slumber through moonshine And rise again with the new morn, reborn. Memories wash away with the heaving of tides And I stand guard at the shoreline, Watcher of the last smoke's dispersal Settling in softness nestled among stars. Roads untraveled and words left unsaid. But with a heavy wings growing lighter As dark gives way to dawn, With the flight of the morning star I make my way forwards evermore Through windswept hills and over Song-soaked streams Carrying dew-laden dreams Under moss-clad trees Where they hold the heavens high To turn at last, to winding paths That lead home. Between the flitting shadows and Rippling waves of light One finite eternity Can last a whole lifetime. Here you are, with me, Living through the beating of my heart. In

Blinking open into the blue - The Sun is a cold stone upon the horizon Eyeing these desert trails with contempt (As if they could withstand the trials of time) And all I want is a way out (Rattling this rusty cage, teeth-bared, Howling to the mourning moons Panicked pupils wide with dread Pacing these ore-red roads to Nowhere Well-trodden circles in Distant fields of wheat: What secrets do you keep? When will the Starman come for me?) As the bare mountains stand still Rising high into the thin atmosphere (Too scanty for life but Still too heavy for my aching heart Should never have pinned it on my sleeve To be battered and bruised) Casting shadows that sink and soothe My tired eyes back to sleep. Ley lines of dust fraying in the wind; Sands shifting, dunes dipping in Pelagic rhythms over centuries. The swan midflight above the icy plains, Her final song settling upon Ancient battlefields sown with blood Of star-etched warriors and heroes, Legends long lost. A mirage of

i) To be unbreakable. ii) The first woman refused to submit And left the Garden of Eden. She bears many titles - Demon, screech-owl, night-spectre Harlot, stealer of children. The Queen of Thorns, she reigns over Rolling dunes - a land tessellated with Silver stars that murmur secrets to the Rustling grass. The jackals trail in her wake As she strokes softness into wildcats and Summons soaring kites to her outstretched arms. The moon-lit pariah, she runs with beasts and Answers to no man. Scorned as the harbinger of misery and death, An archangel looked upon her and they joined hands In holy union. An empire for two. The bairns of Lilith are often cast to the shadows But fear not - when the nameless winds whistle In the dead of night and amber eyes glimmer From the edge of civilization, know that she is watching, Waiting, calling for you by your true name. When it is your time to head into the undulating expanse Be it the prairies, taiga, or open ocean You will find your

Time blurs into a single, undulating mass - I watch the scorpion clamber down The inky canvas, a swan dives True as an arrow towards the horizon. The lovers stare unwaveringly across A river of incandescence While Arcturus beckons me home. A bystander chained by gravity, Star trails drip from my eyes like The rain that has yet to come; It's been parched for weeks While up north, lost souls lament in Brackish water And the summer cemeteries stand silent. Abandoned homes and dreams that shattered With the sound of porcelain Hitting the ground to the rhythm of Thunder rolling over the hills. Cicada hymns press against the parched azure Like preserved leaves, and I Try to remember where I left my reflection While my shadow cowers under the table Away from the relentless, roaring Southern sun. Windowsill plants Breathe softly upon sleeping ears, Air-conditioned dreams slipping between Seams of floorboards and up into Whipped-cream clouds Soaking in hues of the dying day, Lukewarm glass