My Moonlight

Step into the moonlight, love
and out of the shadows
Let the stars embellish your eyes
with glittering paint
Let your clenched fists blossom
and be smoothed by the cool breeze

Lie in the grass with me, love
and see that I am the same
in moonlight as in shadow
Lie with me as melting icicles
fall from your gentle gaze
and turn black and white to colour

We'll drift away together
and I won't open my eyes to find you absent,
swallowed again by the darkness
because your hand has entwined itself with mine
and this time, you'll find no reason
to let it go.

Finding Death (Old English style)

Speaking quiet, soft hush-sounds
Lying unmoved, lids sleep-like

Concrete as stone, carefree rest
Has not come yet, Heaven waits

Beneath limb-banks, blood spills thick
Floating freely, finding death

Transformation

Sometimes its hard to imitate the glass eyes
that pierce through my melting skin.

A thousand needles dig deep into my center,
pleading for relief.

And you will never know the torture.
You will never hear the screams.

The mirror reflects my swollen eyes
as I cover the face that begs for anything but this.

Raindrops dry and the fire burns out,
frost creeping into its crevices.

It spreads across my shattered body,
enveloping emotion, crushing desire.

And when my vision shifts from the mirror and back,
the face I see is you.

How Things Used to Be

Remember the time,
in the middle of spring
when we lie next to each other,
my head on your chest,
your heart beating in my ear.

Your fingertips grazed
strands of my golden hair,
gently brushing them away.

Our chests moved together,
rising
falling
with each calming breath.

Your rough skin felt like satin
against my bare arms.

Remember how my eyes gleamed
with crystal tears,
how I lifted myself to look
into your eyes as I said
"I love you"
for the first time.

Remember how you smiled
as your hand reached for mine.

I touched your face
and smiled back,
the perfect moment.

Please,
try to remember
how you loved me too.

Your Heart, My Hand

There's a hollow where love used to be:
for compassion, hatred, emotion.

But only from others' perspectives.
To them,
your eyes are icy crystals
they never fully thaw.

To me,
they are soft snowflakes
melting in the heat of my breath.

They follow
as my finger traces a line
from your temple (your weaknesses)
to your chest (your strengths)

Don't look now,
but I've got your heart in my hand. 

On the Battlefield (a sonnet)

An atmosphere darkened by grey mist
Stains of blood lining the ground
Hearts of families crushed in his fist
A parade of noise but he hears no sound

Death gently whispers in his ear
Adrenaline pumps through blood filled veins
Is this excitement or is this fear?
Seen lives lost but he feels no pain

In outstretched arms he holds his gun
Killing machines they all possess
The horrible things that he had done
Blindly programmed as success

Their bodies lie in a wakeless bed
He will not stop 'till all are dead

Gleaming with Hope

Rays of sun cascade
onto the dying grass,
now gleaming with hope.

The rain falls
in harmonious pattern
on the roof.

Just.
One.
More.
Chance.