A dream

Red, red dress by Loren AyBe. (Watercolor on paper)

In a dark silent night
feel the grass on my cheek
I look up on the sky
to see nothing but dark blue
obscure shadows whispering
trembling branches
east wind blows and whistle
vague memories
clouded thoughts
unconnected feelings
lying and looking up
seeing nothing but dark blue.

Elsewhere

I see you
as You are,
 perhaps as You never were
I do not wish to heal the wound
or rebuild a bridge, you burned,
between what we once were
that chance is long gone
I can only extend
the courtesy, you had once with me
by saying no more
I kindly ask you,
to take your stare
elsewhere,
My lines, my words
poetry without remorse
my art, my work
it´s me in every piece.
Nothing more truthful
than a naked soul.
You regard me,
unworthy..
do not give me a thought
move on.

Do you miss me?

Is it the pain?
unkept promises
the permanent sadness
stolen moments of joy
Do you miss me?
Remember the emptiness
feeling so much
doing so little
counting minutes to goodbye
Do you miss me?
The fear of losing
no time to win
walking the same road
as before, hoping a change
Do you miss me?
do you really?
Oh, no..
it´s you looking back
on a distant memory
a sneak peek through a hole
read my words
think on how misery
beats me up endlessly
Do you miss me?
´cos life goes on
no time to duel
on the past.
Just bury the last furtive memories
on a bottle of vodka.

Abyss

A sorrow without name
deep abyss
Who am I?
who am I?
the echo replies
Minutes, hours, days
falling down
in the darkness of oblivion.

She grew on him

She grew on him like poison ivy on a tree
I see , I see
what is She  to him
Frivolous whim
just a plant to water it seems
pass time of no importance
She shall be, She shall be
a game to play
He promised nothing else.
amuse and laugh
please and arouse
a doll to kiss
dress and undress
pretty dresses, lovely face
little talk and lots of fun
Then to the corner to dusty corner
No excuses to cry
when the time is up
bow and smile.

Stary night in his eyes

I saw the stars in his eyes
a tear in mine
Lonely vagabonds in the night
sharing a drink
having a talk
rambling over sadness
misery of time
darts straight to the blank
I saw the stars in his eyes
they´ve never been so beautiful
or so bright.

A ghost

Dark night, pale moon
distant love of the past
memories like faded colors
tears that come too soon
ready and forgetful
the shape of ghost
that haunts lonely nights
creeping under the bed
dragging heavy chains
mourning endlessly
the lost of innocence.