Memories yet to escape

Lives seen
lived

In the mind
heart

Treasures
pain
buried

Hopes
fears
remembered

Stories
wisdom
joys
tears
impart

Others work and play
buy and breathe
selling and chasing
circles of mundane
reprieve

Few remember and hold
every moment they feel
waiting and straining
holding it in
yet not reveal

Faces and touches
laughs and sobs
endless seconds
passage of time
never robs

Passion to give
lessons to share
my struggles and joys
motives
made aware

Memories linger
fresh as just
yesterday

Begging to live
anew and unquenchable
today

All that I have
lived
loved
mourned
kissed
despised

Remains at my fingertips
bursting to breathe
from my cavern
my cathedral
my playpen
comprised

of dreams
loves
faces
smiles

of holidays
family
successes
trials

Blessed curse
to have
haunting dreams
vivid scenes
litter

The present
future
mind
heart
soul

of this writer.

La Fin Du Monde

All alone
seeing nothing
but space

where did she go?

I do this
all the time
silly race

why did I throw

everything
all of me
too much
too soon

no restraint
no regard
no control
the moon

so it would seem
discomfort rules
judgment passed
makes one turn
away

I'm so different
no such rules
of my past
apply to me
today

hopeless romantic
stirred soul
passionate protector
restless one
wants

partner in crime
common goal
tender lover
elusive dream
taunts

happy and single
walking
alone

wishing still
chance
not blown

the dream will come
perhaps
tomorrow

hope lives tonight
La Fin Du Monde
drowning
sorrow