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

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

Dearest

Dearest

Daily dabble loose pen scribble

Dearest

Ink so red with the correction of my heart

Arrhythmic beat that simply stops at the sight of you 

Dearest 

To me, wonder shines in your eyes like the Orion

Piercing gaze aimed true to my direction, I melt in your light

The crescent moon of your smile could devour my soul

Dearest 

Moonlit maiden, ethereal mist disappearing don’t go 

Fingertips fading as dusk to dawn, fireflies in the night 

The way you bite your lip holding back the tears I cannot 

Reflections of myself in disarray disappear with your sight  

Dear

In the morning I will loathe the sun 

Wince at the light

Dry throat but not from the heat 

To only wonder why 

Questions of where you’ve went

At the forefront of my mind

Dare me 

To follow you into eternal dark

Dancing forever blind 

In the starlight of your eyes

Dearest of mine

© The Sad Owl

Path Finders

Fireworks in the sky mark the grand finale

Color depth in the night hides amongst the stars

Explosions in my heart appreciative of the eyes

Looking down at the pages I write

Steadfast and nimble tracing letters

Words forming the foundation of my spirit

Happy

Even if I am always sad

To see you smile even if

Only the corner of my lip will lift

My soul reavers; take parts of me

I give to you so happily

My treasures for the world to see

You shine so brightly, lovely

Blinding o’ readers mine

I can’t see as we entwine

In paths of abstract lines

Find me

© The Sad Owl

Death of a Writer

Wasn’t it your voice, where did it go

Lost in the noise, overwhelming echo

The past becomes a melancholic musical

Somewhat unusual to see you gone

It’s now your funeral  

Between disappearing and deceased

The feeling is still mutual

Sadness for the loss of something beautiful

Words can’t express, they simply aren’t suitable

I digress, the words of a writer are nonrenewable  

© The Sad Owl