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Bo
I had so much to do
But I felt so alone
And in those moments
I wanted you to stay.
I'm not quite sure what to say,
because you were the one who walked away.
I gave you everything and you left me with nothing.
You left me as nothing.
I sit here in pieces on my floor,
wishing that I could have been something more.
But I couldn't be.
And that is something that can only be put on me.
 Jun 2014 Wandering soul
Gayatri
Happiness is reflecting sun beams through crystals,
Or watching rain through the skylight,
It's like the back stage of the theatre,
Or pop corn in a movie,
It's like coffee in the morning,
Or chocolate cake at anytime of the day ,
It's like silence in summer,
Its a song on a particularly tough night ,
Happiness is the lullaby my mother sang to me,
It is the waves tickling my feet at the beach,
It is a long walk on a starry night,
Happiness is a bear hug,
Happiness is the knowingness when tears come ...... That they will go away .
 Jun 2014 Wandering soul
phocks
alone, damp, adrift
waters rise, on the edge
the tides, the trials
and we the ones on fire
hide out, frightened
and afraid
our dying light
once more
might arise
for those
drowned
and those
risen
 Jun 2014 Wandering soul
amrutha
When you want it to be
No force can stop you
When you expect miracles
No logic will guide you.
Awaken your senses
Set your sight on fire
Let your eyes gleam with
What within does hide.
Desert your brain
Control your mind
You are a wizard
Let your power shine.
Seek the impossible
Shaken dreams to truth
Show to your own self
What a wonder you are.
Your whisper lingers my love,
In my ears, my mind, my heart,
I hear you through the trees above,
From that voice my soul will never part.

I feel that touch of your lips,
That exhilarating kiss.
All it took was a gentle breeze,
To carry my mind away from this restless peace.

I smile, as your fingers blow through my hair,
Like a lover you caress my head,
And without reserve, I fall into your care,
You who seemed not there.

Whispers, whispers!
Kisses, touches!
Why gift me with your presence,
And leave as I fall in love?
Why breathe upon me your love,
And then take your place in the skies above?

Why lift me into the skies,
With your soft fingers,
And then… and then leave me,
Hurtling down, your howl still ringing in my ears?

And yet my soul still longs for you,
All of you.
Your silky breath of wonder,
Your peaceful blow of bliss,
Your sudden gusts of passion,
Your blizzards of fury and rage.

Yes, I feel all of you,
Through the leaves,
Through my subtle tranquility,
Through my obsessions and craze,
You blow through me and in me,
You who seem not there.
1708

Witchcraft has not a Pedigree
’Tis early as our Breath
And mourners meet it going out
The moment of our death—
Among orange-tile rooftops
and chimney pots
the fen fog slips,
gray as rats,

while on spotted branch
of the sycamore
two black rooks hunch
and darkly glare,

watching for night,
with absinthe eye
cocked on the lone, late,
passer-by.
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