Lost In Words

I refuse the darkness

but open my door for Loss

I listen, let Loss speak its mind

let it pour out like the rich color of Syrah

and I drown in memories, possibilities

lost love; remember, like all things,

nothing remains forever

I reach for my compass to reset

reeling in the moonlight

for my midnight sail, knowing

Loss will diminish, smaller and smaller

Multifaceted, time stamps our moments irreversible in our existence we’re born into it, inescapable as our lives mold into the years

Broken, clinging to the game in and out of shadows loss, reflection, journey of change surviving and repairing

Through lessons blessed upon us we waken, out of cocoons stronger and wiser we rise and fall like ocean tide

It begins with the golden glow, followed by the rustle of fallen leaves scratching the path when clouds scuttle across the sky as the wind of November speaks its breath gruffling the warning of winter closing in with cries of a banshee transition of the cool air swooshing down into chimneys, flames dancing in the night it is unlike the changes to spring, birth and flowers, but rather death and the raw force of nature if you listen there are messages to be heard while the magic of autumn unfolds

From the lush gardens in the estate to an evening of acorns, we've built forts underneath sunsets and stars before entering the castle, and in this realm of possibilities I am the woman of the moon basking in your light our atoms joining in union romantic particles bonded under the magnetism of chemistry I crawl into your swimming hands, your fingers wakening my every neuron flicking straps down again you unzip your way into my love and heart I stay wild in your universe, hidden behind these walls

Volcano erupts inside

A smile, face turning upward to sky gray sleepy eyes closed, a manic laugh wriggling deeply in belly her head bows down to pavement autumn wind wrestling into ponytail leather skin sheltered from the heat behind the building with no company but a bottle of potion

Happy Halloween! 🍌🎃

They call her Ghost, a secret this sheltered girl of sixteen peaking behind closed doors and curtains of a hidden creaky house, with generations of deaths.

The boy who enters the front door delves into her world, future meets past a manifestation, beyond the shadows where curiosity lights them up.

They collide, enveloped in newness of sunsets and nights fish and chips and rides in the countryside bursting with laughter and love.

Procreation, a plan in sight, but the outside world is unwelcoming, and a girl who is invisible does not want to be found or seen.

Life is fragile and so is love we fall in love and fall apart;

yet love never ceases to exist because we are made of love because love is (apparently) everything because love cannot be defined

Love has taken me to highs and lows it has shredded my heart like confetti and sewn me back up my heart still pumps, the life force remains willing me ahead into a future that excites and scares me

In moments I want to hide and be left alone darkness skitters in with raking fingers, but sunshine returns to hold my hand to balance me out

and then there's love again in the form of a friend a sister, a nephew

myself