She sits to watch
the epilogue of summer
pass by
Her pleated skirt waves
to the fading whistle
of the oceanic breeze
The memory of sunburn
sates the passion
she holds within
The frosty mornings
reminds her
the wisdom of waiting
And now
she grows frantic
in the lukewarm
fuzziness
Today
I feel blah
It is one of those days
that repeats itself
without any
remorse
This hour
I feel nothing
It is one of those states
that appears intermittently
without any
warning
This time
I say something
It is one of those outpours
that shocks me
without any
reservation
By now
you must wonder
what I have said
Without any
delay
let me tell you
I said
blah blah blah
Our bodies are pleasured
in mechanical precision
spiral from bangs and pops
to a flatliner
The short lived happy hormones
are still
lingering in our minds
Our spirits have lost
their joyous sparks
in our world of
lack of
self expression
and
self love
my heart is pounding
while my body is in sleep mode
my mind is lucid in another state
my mind is considering to
command my body to move
in a toss and turn
while is also persuading itself to
leave the body alone
‘we need to slow down the heart rate’
‘can’t do it coz she is upset and stressed’
‘let’s tell her to relax and breathe’
‘she can’t coz she is blocking us’
‘true, that’s why her body shut down’
‘yea, at least she is safe’
I would never thought to
miss the kookaburra
woke me up at 5am
but I do today
along with other things
like
watching the fish swimming
in the water hyancinth filled
inground pond
reading by the crackling fire
under the shade cloth
the smell of lavender, rosemary,
basil and sage from the garden
Sunday roast
and the laughter
once a family gathering brought
although
they are not the things
made me feel like home
but today
just today
I do miss
them
living in the gloomy dullness of life
I saw the piercing light
like the mobile phone notification flashing at night
walking through this unfamiliar tunnel
seeker of the illumination
stretch my arms to the walls
guiding my path in the pitch black
my fingers interpreting the rough fossils on the walls
they speak despair, torment, light and beauty
frame by frame these engraving paintings of art
I drench in all the emotions on offer
without sight
my kinesthetic fingers
reading them in wondrous
you are the light drawn me to the walk
your life I have experienced
in this tunnel of art
when I finally reach you
I will be undone, done and
completed!
a rib missing her hollow cage!Would your heart be mended
with my thousand kisses
to turn back the clock?
Would my spirit find you
just before you were beaten?
Would you know me when
I blew that dandelion to reach you?
Would you feel me
when my first wish
made by the birthday candles?
Would my arms outstretch enough
to fend off the cold regrets?
I have always been there with you
