Cloudy In May

It is the quiet of the clouded sky…
The silent rustle of awakened leaves…
And, the trumpet sound of eternal greydom…
In its awesome glory…melancholy beauty

The urgent patter on plastic keys
Fall silent…
One by one, everyone looks out…
The magnificent is getting ready to dance…

All present feels the music…
Slow…Steady…Rising to a zenith
Wild…Passionate…Beautiful…
As, the light streaks across the sky

For a moment, all is quiet…
As, if the walls have dissolved
And, we want to be washed by its freshness
Then, we turn back…the patter starts again…civilization calls…

Wait

The rains are back…
She feels before the first drops hit her face…
She closes her eyes…
His smile is all she can see

Distance…and situations…
She waits in silence…
Looking at the ring on a lonely finger
While, salty tears flow with the rain

The unbearable mornings…
As, she remembers every moment
The desperate desire…
To be lost in time with him

Slow music and intimate hugs…
The feel of his lips…
His arms around her…
She remembers…she yearns for…

The agony…the anguish
She would walk miles…
Just for a moment with him
But, he is too far away…and for now it’s an unending wait…

Lost Pages

Suddenly I feel lost…
Having lost those pages full of words…
The stolen emotions…
The forgotten smiles and tears…lost…

That first gift…
To a companion
Pages full of cobwebs and light…
Pain…Relief…a new high…lost

Moments blank out before me…
As, those lost words scream out
The rain…the deafening silence…
The lost music…my lost thoughts…

I forget who I loved…
Or what you demanded of me…
Those quiet afternoon and haunting nights…
I had lost you once…I lost you again…