Two Plus Two Is One

Melted candles in the wind

Melted hearts looking though it all

Gentle wind blowing our bodies

Gentle stroke blowing our mind

Soft wetness slides down my back

Soft smiles as you rub it in

Melted candles fade into the night

Melted hearts rest for a new day

Poet’s Lament

I, the Poet, have died a thousand deaths in this lifetime.

I carry enough heartache to shake the earth when I pass by.

I can smell the red of the rose, and can taste gold in honey;

but I cannot be myself.

I am everywhere but unnoticed.

I hear you and you never speak to me.

You yearn, almost begging me to be gentle with your feelings and

when you are in pain, and need me to be I am.

But!

Once you are nurtured to health you flee.

Forgetting it was my strength that was sacrificed to restore you; and

when you never return, I have died once more.

Adrift

Someday I’ll be free

When the ocean carries me

And the breeze moves me