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 It is the way that tears of struggle and of joy, become without reason, goals retracted, person rescinded, love and hate twisted to the point they break, ultimately into nothing.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

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

The Last Hope

A forest fire rages from the cackling laugh of embers

So hot that even aluminum shrinks into flattened bark

Ashes litter the ground, soot in the air

And the smell of life caught in a chaos

Sickening and fading

Echoes unheard through the roaring of the flames

Screaming to save the last seed

So that one day in what will be barren

Will come the first tree

And all the hope we will ever need

© 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

The Train is Never Late Only Too Early

Vermillion velvet ribbons fall in tandem

Like tethers to fates, all the places I can’t follow

Soft as they gently caress me, only in a memory

Cerulean droplets given, all sin demands them

Light feathers at gates, fall in a space where I am hollow

Aloft they sway arrestingly, heaven has not sent for me 

Swain in the big city with trains to my heart on time and swiftly

Iron tracks and steely gazes hitting me and then the sight of you

Graceful and elegantly holding onto the lamp post, smiling 

Plain and unworthy but my heart pained with no words, just what I see 

Lights on intact, freely wasted in your glow, there was no night with you 

Tasteful can be negligently folding the ticket that cost us… another fare to ride

We somehow missed the train that night just to coincide 

But not all things happen together

© The Sad Owl

Wrong Place For an Apology

I was crying

To put it bluntly

But the sharp stinging in my eyes

Was anger and no, I was not the least bit sad

I found myself wishing my life away

If the rain falling through sewer grates was

Rushing water city serenades

Then my head was so hot that the roads sparkled in refracted rays

Beaming ubiquitous thoughts of…

How sorry I am

© 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

A Walk in The Dark (Act I)

Skin sheen glisten in the moonlight

Soft dove no peace uptakes flight

Leaves

Forest flourish orchids in the night

Darkest beasts hide fear holds tight

Fallen

Porcelain maiden white dress with skin light

Tears fall blurr ponds both eyes lose sight

Never

Escaping feelings those who lose the will to fight

Blind prey prays to survive an encapsulating night

Return

Run barefooted bloodied skirt tattered tights  

Heavy breathing howling labored push might

Hear

© The Sad Owl