Change – III

They
Who taught
Dignity and respect
Began lusting
For nakedness.
I was asked
To strip,
I did.

Featured Image – Odd Nerdrum (Dawn, 1989)

Change – II

They
Who considered
Hate to be a taboo
Learned to hate.
In their eyes
I diminished, into point blank.

(Featured Image- Saatchi Art Artist Serge Alyaev; Painting, “Hatred”)

Change – I

They
Who loved
Began to not love.
Things changed,
Fast enough
before my eyes.

(Featured Image- Wendy Lippincott Regret and Apathy 2016)

Light – III

The sun shines too bright
On my latent dreams
The day doesn’t pass
And the night doesn’t come
I wish, sometimes
I could throw stones at the Sun
And splinter it
like it worked with the streetlights.
It doesn’t work that way, does it?

 

(Featured Image- Night Light Street by Casoni Ibolya)

Light – II

For a while now
Clouds have taken over
They don’t rain
Just stay
Between me and my sky
I want my stars back
my lights, scattered
over a dark dreamy night.

Light – I

Every night
I close my eyes
dreaming of lights
Twinkling, dazzling, glittering.
Every night instead,
Lightning strikes,
And I wake up
shattered within my nest.

Free Fall

I don’t dream of flying.
No.
The dream of flying
comes with the fear of falling.
Instead,
I dream of falling,
Along with my inhibitions
And fears.
I want to fall off a cliff,
A high mountain,
Stripped off my fears
One by one.
Letting go of everything
That I have,
Until I have nothing
Nothing but my soul.

As I fall deeper,
I become light,
A cotton wool,
A cloud.
Maybe on my way
I shall become a rain drop

Maybe when it’s time
To touch the ground
My wings will open
And I shall fly.

(Featured Image- Ron Griswold)