Loves me Not (part 2)

Why was it that as my life grew happier, fuller, fulfilled and answered for

That I thought to question about you

Inquiries of a random passing by conversation 

Of no relation to my bountiful inundation 

Made me want to swim back to the surface

A breath of fresh air that once seemed worthless

Became a wind that could carry your words

So few and so precious

As ash that was once flesh is

©️ The Sad Owl

Anjelykal

In the night search for serum

Cure the worries of my symptom

So art we not

Mirror in the eye

Pupil in reflection

Unlearned lesson

Pray for you and you

Innoncence in your question

Born of something sinister

Piece of mind to the graceful listener

Peace of mine in my own whisper

© The Sad Owl

A Savior Siren’s Song

The rampancy of my thoughts

I stop to collect

The message in a bottle

Sent to the sea of your soul, its depths

The latency of it is not

Because I don’t see your beauty yet

The flow of your waves in passion

I follow them in steps

The map to a heart is not so simple

Constantly we correct

And reject

Deliberating the effect

Rain on the ocean only sums to the motion

The ebb going out only comes back to flow in

Spirits rise as the soul returns

From the land it grabs unfirm

In itself it cannot learn of the messages it may yearn for

So, it reaches out into the distance

My glass bones crack as I sink to the ocean floor

Deep into the blue and out of existence

So vast, the lambda of moonlight does not reach this far

Without it my message becomes obscured and mars

The ink melting off my sinking heart

I call your name into the dark

As I wonder where you are

I don’t want to wake on the morning shore no more without you here

I run back into your shallows and yell hoping that you’ll hear

I swim back out to the horizon where the sun will disappear

Inside you again, I hold every bit of you to me near

No fear, I am ready to follow you there

My dear, someday I swear

I’ll be moving on

Carry me back to the shore till the feelings gone

And one day I won’t sleep, in dreams of drowning song

 

© The Sad Owl

Lost Ship

Targets on the wall are scrawled

Messy without aim

Projectile fall, gravity with stall

I think myself to be lame

Unable if fabled I am certainly no myth

Mindful walk if a shift in lines; we drew adrift

Set the course of our lost ship

Sail the seas but never free trapped in circular paths

Coming back to face the me of you, from the beginning now at-last

The past a future to behold we sailed out steady in search of gold

Faced the waters splash of cold, until we became wreckage of old

Filled the cracks with what we found in all attempts not to drown

Inked the edges of our souls, to contain the content in its holes

Held your hand to steady your pen, in the dying words of a friend

Watched the fire in your eyes challenge me with one more try

Try again and live forever, so many storms we’ve already weathered

The ink of gold held us like tethers, a kraken’s hold which we treasured

In sleepless nights we drew the sky together and all the stars to guide us home

A constellation of you up high forever, you have never left me or this ship alone

We endlessly sail in the endeavor of you

 

© The Sad Owl

Tears of the Frozen

A Chilling wind passes through my heart

A hole that grew to tear it apart

Held together by finely sewn sinew

Melded forever with memories of you

To keep it frozen so

Deep thoughts of you don’t go

The sun against my face, the skin it stays frigid

The one that blinds me so, my dreams of you stay vivid

We cannot turn back the hands of the clock

N’or erase the thought or stop

One foot forward but this heart chained

One foot toward the same place I remain

Here with you for all eternity

An ice maiden, you are hurting me

No more tears will roll

Frozen in my eyes

Down my cheeks so cold

To the mouth you kissed with lies

An ice maiden turned to iron

The torture where I return

A heart furnace which the fire in

Will never once more burn

© The Sad Owl

Fear Our Story

Trying to find the perfect words

Finding the title currently unnamed

To a story that continues to go unwritten

Even the fiction of it becomes so unreal

That it’s reality rings harsher than even the truth

There are no perfect words to bring it back now

What we choose to forget are closed pages we chose not to read

 

Unnamed beauty from the side

They face our backs to us so we only we see their spines

There their names are, so we face them to the back of the shelves

And admire empty pages