Alone

When life was young and everything new

And the sky was always a powder blue

Days were long

And all birds’ song

Illuminated love’s beauty true

The veiled light of her aura fell into my room early

Shaking me from dreams

As from her streams

All of tomorrow’s gain was like a stain

A stain on the heart of trust

Inside the dark there is a quiet peace

But nothing shivers like the cold of oneness

Thoughts get carried but never reach a destination

In the aloneness of morning

A voice is summoned, but barely heard

As its resonance breaks the shattered pieces

Until they no longer resemble life

Reflections only seem to magnify the hold

A heart stretches, looking for relief

Or truth in what it knows but cannot feel

There is a solidarity in being wordless

But at the cost of an essence that screams for release

Trapped, it struggles to break free from

Netting that holds its core in superficial conviction

There is a depth that the surface cannot comprehend

Inside a hollow that fills the soul

Life is seemingly less in control

Destiny knows wings and flies

When time proves difficult to try

And all that’s left is this oneness

A soft and breezy air in morning light

Sometimes enough, is more than a heart can stand

And there is loss within the darkness of being lonely            

Forgive me

Dandelion Days

I wrote this for my sister Janene who died, September, 2002. I miss her every day.  I mostly remember those days in the summer when we left the house at the crack of dawn and didn't find our way back until the sun was setting.  Those were the best days! The Dandelion Days.

Softly the light pours through the trees

falling down in radiance on silky brown locks

that whip through the air on wings of the wind

flowing like the white fuzzy seeds we set free

Smiles and giggles, packaged from before

are let loose to the gathering wind

and carried off to the land of never wonder

where hearts are light as lazy clouds

and souls delight, removed of shrouds

I remember you
I remember this
I remember absence;
our moment of happiness

Tulip trails and butterfly dreams

fluttering for your laughter

that taunted my mood and so easily

broke my frown

you, whom life was too crowded for

Death, that eager chamber of darkness,

envious of all the joy and breath

you gave to the earth;

bitter and cold in his loneliness

abducted your innocent heart

leaving your absence lingering

with a stinging, ceaseless ache

The only solace now are the memories

of those glorious sun-swamped Sundays;

those water-logged, carefree, monumental

child-minded eternities;

the remembrance of every smile

and all those dandelion days

Copyright © roxannegaebel [09 - 10 -2007]