The Sad Owl : Another Year, A New Year

She lightly whispered into my ear, “I promise… I’ll never leave. Just close your eyes, shhhhhhhhhh it’s okay I’m not going anywhere. You deserve a good night’s sleep”.

It makes me often regret ever sleeping at all. It’s the way I can still feel her breath on the lobe of my ear, her lips on the side of my cheek, her words on my heart as she said, “I love you”.

What I would give for another minute. Another second. Another split of that, in a moment of time that will never be anymore. It was the way that human warmth becomes cold, the way soft and supple becomes hard and inanimate. It is the way that tears of struggle and of joy, become without reason, goals retracted, person rescinded, love and hate twisted to the point they break, ultimately into nothing. 

It is the way you spend every waking hour with no more wonder. Each day passing where two-thirds become a sixth. Alone is without a with. And I am all out. Weeks into months and months into another year waiting to disappear. I am a sad owl in the night, waiting to take flight. 

© The Sad Owl

Torrent

My heart still pines under the moonlight

Reaching high untoward the stars

Where dreams of you are distant, darker with my eyes closed now

Small beacons of hope for everything in-between

Snuffed out like flames by

Winds too strong and a rain too heavy

For hidden rainbows

©️The Sad Owl

That Way

Emerald stars wane

Engulfed in crimson beauty

The moon red as ruby

Casting onto the sky

Small figures in the shadows run to tall grass

Hide with hands clasped

Praying for safe passage

Tonight is the night

The end of all opulence

The sky is swallowing the sea

To quench a thirst for the undesirable

Small white sclera protrude the dark

As the pinpoints of the pupils sink deeper into the abyss

They can no longer see eye to eye

The moon or stars or sky

The questions and conscience of…why?

And what they were ever after

And when will after ever be

After an eclipse to wait and see

Or dark eternally

Waiting for the light

©️The Sad Owl

Marianas Trench

It’s the way you hide

In the fire of a wood burning stove

All your passion’s laughter

Fall inside an ember

Trying to make a memory

With no recourse or action

Failing to remember, no recollection after

What it’s like to be alone

The sound of church bells ringing

And a light that slowly fades

To dream about you in later days

Waiting for that, which cannot stay

Never and far away

©️ The Sad Owl

All of the Stars

My heart fell deeply

Into an abyssal drop

Kettle with an abysmal top

Boils over

With no one left to hold the warmness of all I am up

Hold my hands together, to pray and just for what

Cold inside my chest, I rub vigorously at a hollow cage

Warm inside my cheeks, a foreheads wrinkled rage

With age I have found peace, fire doused by the water of life 

Waves come in and just release, the sun is never hot at night

And the knife, buried deep inside the sand becomes brittle glass

As if to return to the only earth it knows, twist and turn till at last

Nightmares in desert winds have nothing to howl against

From whence

Why? Hold in false pretense

The apple of my eye

Oasis in the dust

Fresh springs off the river run through rock

So pure and delicious

In the heat I had my wishes

But the steam is running out

And your skins’ complexion no longer shines

Like the stars at night, or the sun in the sky

Another star is born, to shine its light and die

© The Sad Owl

Blossom

In amity, to hold on with longanimity

Light pink turns red

A clear tear can appear blue 

A bright fire can turn to sapphire

Cold and without feeling

Stay with me, I can’t believe the past becomes reality

While I remain presently in disbelief

A heavy sigh with no retake

Breath held to prevent a future, drowning in the same sorrow

Tomorrow only varies from today, slightly ever so

Leaves green turn to gold, red, and ash into snow 

Seasons pass and soon we go

To new places, see new faces

Time changes as it all ages

Photographs will keep your smile uncreased

Until they are folded over, forgotten

© The Sad Owl

Bed Head

Before the clouds grow black

They are gray

Before the sun shines, to bask in the moon

With starry eyes and heavy lids

Dreams of what no longer is 

Throbbing in my shoulder

Locking of my knee

Weakness in my wrist

All the injuries of my youth

I can feel the rain before it comes

I am sad before I sleep

I sleep as heavy as the downpour

Calmly when it’s light

Where I am happy in my imagination—

But what of a rainy week?

Where I live in my head

So many hours spent asleep

Living like the dead

© The Sad Owl

Do Whatever

To convince you that I’m not a ghost or stranger

Wind in the air or a mist on the range or

Rainbows just after and a sun blaze with anger

Red in the face with passion

It is not the things I care not for, those will pass

The things I have hope for, I want to last 

Like the linger of your scent or nails running down my arm

In peace as we lie just outside of harm

Where at any moment, to disagree

We all could implode, viciously

The way I see you look at me

Maybe, there is only one 

© The Sad Owl