Aurora

A crooked smile,
stretched across the horizon.
A crack of light,
fading,
a facade of warmth.
Rain clouds gathered,
within the windows of her soul.
Scars of heavenly abode,
hung across her face.
Mute,
by the world.
Storm clouds gather in her mind,
and thunder cracked billow from her lips.
Setting fire to the world,
and her tears to extinguish words.
Before it ever reached,
a deaf earth.
And with a crooked smile,
and a dim light,
stretched across the horizon,
she gave her heart away.
And all that remained,
fragmented memories,
of a beautiful sunset.

 

Lost

i was told i am lost boy,
that there’s a vacancy in my eyes,
where belonging and direction ought to rest.
That i search for myself in every person i meet,
and every word dripping from my honey sweetened lips were poison to my soul.
i was told that my conversations with mere mortals were actually conversations with the gods.
and that the divine spoke in languages only souls could understand.
But still i am a walking contradiction,
looking for love of the unknown,
yet fearing to never find an anchor for my soul.
i am a hopeless romantic,
running after the illusions of this world.
Run lost boy i was told,
away from all of reality that began to unfold.
And so i search for Neverland in every doe eyed lover i meet.
Only to find that our souls are the oceans of the unknown.
Beautiful and calm,
and sometimes a storm ladened vortex producing shipwrecks and broken hearts contained in the carcasses of our ribcages.
And years later those very remnants of rib cages, finds buried within itself treasure troves of love.
And so when love finds its way onto your shores,
do not bury it.
But rather take it out to sea,
and brave the storms.
Maybe it will be that shipwrecks and a broken compass have never been so beautiful.
and that the vacancy in my eyes was actually a mirage of the depths of my soul yearning to be explored.
And one day it will be just you, the ocean and this lost boy.

Ghost Ship

My rib cage a ghost ship                                                                                                                      where once a soul resided.                                                                                                                  Haunting’s of past loves come like spirits in the dark crevices.                                                  Creaks on floorboards where once my the footprints of others laden the hallways.              Paintings of forgotten memories hung askew on the walls,                                                         nailed in by love and hurt,                                                                                                                  and worn over time.                                                                                                                              Tattered sails adorning the mantle,                                                                                                   as the wind plays a melancholic soliloquy sounding through the surface                               amplified by the unnerving ocean.                                                                                                   Below deck                                                                                                                                                                      there are holes seeping water,                                                                                     but afloat this ships stays.                                                                                                                   Its compass                                                                                                                                                                       misplaced                                                                                                                       and its true north long since forgotten.                                                                                           It merely steers with the currents,                                                                                                                            and the winds of change.                                                                                             From time to time,                                                                                                                                 lanterns are lit,                                                                                                                                      and a warm glow is emitted                                                                                                                                        to even the that of the decks.

And such is the mirage of the ocean,                                                                                                where the foolish hearted reside.

This ghost ship in search of its long lost                                                                                                                     treasure.

This rib cage in search of its long lost                                                                                                                          soul.