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

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

When The Heart Sleeps

I’ll go away if you want

Like ghosts; love’s apparitions

In no condition

The soul will not sleep

Where the heart doesn’t rest

Whole and breathe deep

The mind becomes a mess

Dreaming of someone far away

Distantly where no one can wait

Walking away with no one to nowhere

And a feeling that you are right there

And that I am, disappearing

© The Sad Owl

Whence Came You

Somewhere in the depths water drops off the tip of stalactites

Slowly free flowing, uneven decline, one after another in zig zag lines

Gently creeping, freefalling while sleeping, the echo of nothing 

Peacefully dreaming; a war in the mind laid to rest, no more weeping 

Seeping further into the earth’s hardened surface, wet and dark 

Cold and comforting, welcoming as death, as warm as your touch

With all the allure, why do you smile so brightly even where no one can see you?

© The Sad Owl

Still Here

Opulus I look fondly 

Lay my head in your lap

Peddle me your sincerity 

Brush my hair lightly

And say you’re right here

A cold hart at the end of its life

Races through the snow

Barren and without food 

I could not relate, feed my soul

You’re always right here 

Linger on and in between

Tingle in my thumb spreads until my whole hand’s numb

I can’t feel the sensation of your index resting in the middle of my palm

Like I used to. 

Small circles as you walk around me

Because you’re always right here

I have to confess that I’m not doing the best 

I’ll always love who I loved 

So I’ll just continue 

Waiting right here 

© The Sad Owl

Hallowed Echoes

Endless loops of your voice replay

Like petals unfurling

In no particular order and all together

I’m drawn in, sweet nectar 

The words fill my ears creating imbalance in the Eustachian equilibrium 

Drunken and unable to comprehend their meaning 

But so familiar and… so good for that matter

A ringing tinnitus that only softens with my confusion

I return to fetal sleep, float in the sounds of these dreams

And in my wake

Smell the flowers to which you once tended 

Cerulean delicacy 

Fragile droplets leave the glimmer of salt 

The eyes will not feast while the heart hungers

As petals fallen to the ground will surely wither

I thought I was the ground awaiting your return

But I am the roots that will dry up

Long after your befallen beauty

©️ The Sad Owl

Fantasize

Often with a pair of headphones on, I will sit in this room listening to oft-melancholic music. Strange for someone that has been referred to as having accomplished so much and revered for both my so-called patience and calmness. I’m not sure whether my time spent gathering knowledge has been an endeavor well sought or if I have simply only created leeway in which others may possibly benefit from my insights, none of my time is ever saved in this process [by the way]. This is probably pretty confusing so far and I apologize insincerely for that. Most things I find beautiful are misconstrued and for that reason I ask that you wait a moment and allow the nature of this structure to simply settle.

Right. Here’s the thing, I don’t even know you but I can already say that I don’t love you anymore. Don’t be hurt though, when was it that I loved you anyways, right?

Wrong. I think you know when. From the very beginning I heard you take a breath, inhale and then exhale very quietly and I was wondering if you were at peace. With a breath that shallow could I ever love you? I wondered. Strangely, when I asked if you were at peace the breadth of your lungs seemed to expand with new depth and dimension, that’s when I saw all the room left. Such an immense capacity you have and that’s when I thought you could surely hold me there too. It was then, I’m sure of it. You were with me from the very beginning, almost startling.

So why don’t I love you anymore? That’s a good question. See it’s just a feeling. Like the hair at the very beginning of its follicle, the root of the problem. It’s that stiff-end that you brush through and even if you shave it all off it will still grow just a little, wax and shine it if you must but really, it will always come back just a little even if you tried all the aforementioned. Yes, I think that is a good way to analogize it, it will always be there. Words can be elongated into elegant sentences, humorous and catchy, you can grow them out but somehow never erase them completely and that is the very crux of this automaton relation that we are forming. I don’t want to always just be there. I wanted something… a little longer, you know? Maybe you don’t. Dreams are often fleeting and when I dreamt of your heart I could see your face. Now I’m the shallow one, a second so fulfilling is a long time after all.

I know, maybe you love me too. It’s hard to say what love is exactly. Sometimes I think it’s just when my heart beats a little faster or I start to feel a bit anxious. Sometimes I tap my foot rapidly but don’t tell anybody. In case you don’t drink coffee, that’s what it feels like when you have really good coffee. If you’re ever in town would you care for a cup? This time I’m being sincere. I don’t love you anymore so it’s just not like that and I think that makes for really good conversation. I already know that I am going to love speaking with you because words can be hurtful and bring tears to my eyes, so even if you choose to say those kinds of things, they’re just words. At least empty words, they don’t mean anything because I’m still lying and anything of an untrue nature simply doesn’t exist. That’s probably why I say maybe so often because it may be that. Dreams are just that aren’t they?

What did I mean by that? Well… that’s a not-so good kind of question about being fanciful and misleading. I’m going to be very serious now. You are — hard. Anatomically you are simply a wondrous design, to be alive and perhaps not so well, difficult at times and it’s really you that puts the meaning behind every word you say. When I dreamt of you, we were just talking casually but each second longer was additive to just how profound the same things you repeated became until I could really hear your voice. The expressions stopped being mismatched with the vocals proceeding and when I could see you, that was beautiful. The color in your face reflected the laughter, disapproval and suffocation of such words from me to you. I couldn’t help but smile and think, isn’t this wonderful? You and I, having this conversation about whether or not we loved each other and yet we don’t even know one another. So tell me, could it be that love exists or it just words and make-believe?

© The Sad Owl

Far Farm

On the far range alone

Behind thistle and haystacks bundled neatly into cylinders

Lanterns light guiding home

To miss a little; long for a lot, whittled wood into thin air

Small objects of the mind are

Memories.

They can’t be bought but we do share

Statutes of limitations demanding that…

I forget you.

I don’t care to follow the rules

If for fools

Love’s folly

Small statues to commemorate become burning effigies

Sting worse than the redness of my eyes or the tears of this legacy

Left to me or left me

Bereft it unsettles me

In death to lie peacefully

Awake in life, still a piece of me

To go beyond this far range and be gone

The ghost of you right next to me

I scream at the wake of dawn

Dreams of our far farm

© The Sad Owl

End of The Line

Rubbing mitts together on a cold morning

Awaiting the desert sun with puffs of warm breath

Longing forever without warning

The imminent will come, the past will have left

Rosy cheeks where you waited

Laughing as I ran and barely made it

Youth is as foolish as forever

But that’s how I saw you

On time becomes untimely

As the first of us to arrive will too

Surely be the first to depart

All those times I left you waiting

I regret that with all my heart

© The Sad Owl