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Forlorn

A forlorn boulder
in this cold and dreary lake,
I lay amidst a million
other hopeless, somber souls…

In the frigid shadows
of an onyx forest,
I long to find
any sign of life.

For not a ripple in these waters,
not a whistle in the wind,
not a falling needle
from the pines
or a pebble rolling
from these mountains
will send me hope of life.
Or death.

Truly am I,
in a still life—
A frame
frozen in time!

“Breathtakingly beautiful!”,
one might say
at a first glance.
But scrutinize with mine eyes
and realize
it’s vile truth:

“Painstakingly brutal!”,
I dare say,
for I dwell within the shadows,
lost among a million
hopeless,
somber souls!

I am imprisoned by a forest,
crippled by my form,
sinking in these waters…

desolate,
dismal,
desperately alone.


Siberian Tiger On A Winter Day

Doubtless,
our souls
recognized each other
the night
that our eyes first met.

Blameless,
our souls
persist that we not shy
away at
every minute threat.

Flawless,
thy’d be
if thy spirit were not encaged
like the
tiger in his pen.

Shameless,
I’d be
if I mustered the courage
to answer
thy growl and broke in.

Guiltless,
our love
subsists like white snow
at the
puissant tiger’s feet.

Faultless,
our love
radiates like the brilliant
coat of
the magnificent beast.

Fearless,
thy heart
is like a Siberian
tiger
on a winter day.

Hopeless,
my heart
is, for it knows not how
to divulge
what it wants to say.


Postcard Prospect

Another
Postcard prospect
Births Hope
Within my relentless,
Love spurned heart:

Best friends
Enjoying an Autumn sunset
Lingering
In the outskirts
Of heaven…

Lost
Within the silver lining
Of a storm cloud
Threatening
To rain down on their world.

Happiness
Is something
Often measured,
But very seldom treasured
More than a shroud…

And I
Fear not the storms
That may cloud our days
For as long as
You are in my arms.