Rue
~
Oh, sweet life,
How moments of clarity shine within
these brief glimpses of future, uncertain,
but knowing if everything is gone
I am left with just ashes and sin-
–
H.O
June 22, 2019
“Who gathers the withered rose?”
― William Faulkner
Sunset
~
There will be an end of days-
Must I struggle when the sun sets?
But rather drink the fading rays
and find my peace in coral clouds
where godly light reflects on waves
creating crescent gold vignettes.
And in the darkly impending night
my starless wishes will belong
in words my feeble hands will write
on one last page as the sun sets,
for there will be an end of days-
–
H.O
May 2019
“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”
― Rabindranath Tagore, Stray Birds
As Wishes Go
~
I dream of flying high,
to soar above
my soul defying gravity.
I dream of fairy tales
of perfect love,
a torrid long affair
to sway my heart.
I dream of white full sails
to take me away
from this reality
that breaks apart.
And when I die,
I dream of dying old
and not from loneliness
or from despair-
–
H.O
May 2, 2019
“We live as we dream–alone….”
― Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness
Shadow
~
In the shape of a shadow
my life cast into a bare wall
to disappear in the pending night,
for what is all but a bending light
casting shadows from afar,
a lone firefly shining bright
trapped inside a mason jar-
–
H.O
April 2019
“You don’t find light by avoiding the darkness.”
― S. Kelley Harrell
Wingless
~
To soar, oh how I need to soar
above the rising tide,
when sinking fast, sometimes
forget to fight.
Such weight these wants,
when dreams defied
will not conform
to a wingless flight.
–
H.O
April 2019
“I wouldn’t mind
if life left me…
wingless
burnt to cinders
ripped by storms
scattered…like weeds
celestially wounded
without cherry blossoms
to perish with
but I would cry
with head held in my hands
if it left me…
unfulfilled.”
― Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest
Balance
~
When the sky is bluest and the waves are warm
and the breeze feels cool, it is there I am-
It is there my soul finds between the cracks
how the light will shine in a special way,
when the passing days hold a soothing sway
and no longer matter if a something lacks.
–
H.O
April 2019
“Something is always born of excess: great art was born of great terror, great loneliness, great inhibitions, instabilities, and it always balances them.”
― Anais Nin
Mist
~
Water running through my fingers
it escapes, this lucidness of days
like mist in early April by the ocean.
Maybe meant to be the ways
of passing dreams leaving a trail
in quiet nights, alone it stays
my soul connecting yet so frail
this light that softly lingers-
–
H.O
March 2019
“The quiet sense of something lost”
― Tennyson
