Below the clouds
forming in my eyes,
your soft eyes ,
delicate as silk words,
used to support
the love
I held for you.
Cold, now gray, the sea tide
inside turns to poignant foam
upside down & separates-
and only ghosts now live between us.
Yet, dream like, fortune-teller,
bearing no relation to reality-
my heart is beyond the sea now.
A relaxing breeze sweeps
across the flat surface of me.
I write this poem to you
neglectfully sacrificing our love.
I leave big impressions
with a terrible hush inside.
Gray bones now bleach with memories,
I am a solitary figure standing
here, alone, along the shoreline.
Michael Lee Johnson, Chicago, USA
This is a beautifully evoked portrait of loneliness.
ReplyDeleteHaunting and moving poem. I am left with the memories of words unspoken.
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