With the Light Remaining

It’s known and unacknowledged
like much that exists only
between two souls alone
and like all solitude
it’s broken by externals.

Yet, test what we can complete
with the light remaining
attempting to fulfill
what cannot last until
the beams extinguish.

But hurried hands and
harried minds rush
intending to make all
appear as it should
before it falls away.

Just one moment hung
temporarily but secure
aloft of expectation
suspended from hope
simply being and ending.

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Fair Weather Friend

Sun sends you spilling
over lush and lofty terrain.
Tis true fair weather sends feet flying.

When grey slips sun from sky,
come you again seeking shelter
just yesterday labeled a prison.

The change in weather changes mind,
transforms heaven to hell
makes demon of angel.

Some time when you retread ground
previously abandoned in joy
find you might a closed door.

Fleet-footed heart

Quick distance from throat to shoes.
A wayward heart wanders.
Spikes and peters with every
indication, positive or negative,
of yours in return for mine.

These valleys and throughs extreme, dizzy.
Yet, not jarring enough to shake
a thought~now an obsession~
from a stubborn mind.
Holding fast, it soars
in bright blue potential and
drowns in inky waves of doubt.

Hope and recrimination cycle
like moon and sun. In turn,
lighting and obscuring a path
you’re not even sure you should be on.

Thunderhead

Wet round eyes precipitate the change
turns hardened surface porous,
open to all that may fall from above
as a blessing, a hope, glorious.

No grey to tinge new growth.
Just transformed to soil from shell
by the turbulance of slow-rolling storm.
A change longer lasting than thunderhead’s swell.

If I Were True

If I were true to myself,
I’d deny you nothing.
Give what could not be taken—
only offered.

If I were strong enough to speak,
I’d say what weakens my heart.
Spill all hidden within—
even from me.

If you wanted me for your own,
You’d repel all others.
Refrain from mentions of potential—
focused elsewhere.