Sleepless Nights

Sleepless Nights

there are nights
i walk – uncertain –
on bare hardwood

floors, making those
unsteady prints
of empathy,

regret, longing.
i push up dust
on times long

lost in old books
and cracked tomes,
at times a sigh,

at times a
whisper
in the quiet.

i recall suns
rising and falling.
i have walked —

bewildered,
in sad rain
on countless nights,

in silence,
in a void —
wondering.

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Amaranthine

Amaranthine

To my Dearest Forever:
To whom all requests are made in vain
With whom many eyes have turned about
In the sockets of their bones
And to whom constant prayers meant nothing –
Neither did the sky
To whom selectivity was a way of life
And to whom silent pleading went unnoticed
In whom – You – hearts stored faith and desire
Vaulted within you their secret thoughts
For You – every supplication was made in vain
Every single prayer and wish for happiness
Simply piled words on top of Liesel Mueller’s words
Which were becoming breathless
But to You – All regrets return still
As every moment wasted comes back –
In ocean waves and pillow clouds
Back and forth’s and maybe not’s
With broken chords and silence and stillness

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