Fragility
*sigh*
In the silence of the night
a voice whispers
Reminding me of the ache
of my enraptured heart
Moist cheeks from
swollen tears
I feel the depth of you
You're more than a friend
Fragile
My emotions rest
on paper thin ice
One drop from
a swollen tear
Fractures the surface
like shattered glass
Frail and weak
I become
Challenging these walls
to yet again
Embrace a whole
new world
Innocent in prosperity
yet heavy with resistance
Resting in this dance
I AM
Feeling the light
cast upon shadow
Dancing in the
unstable flickering
of red, green, blue, pink
then back to red
The sands of time
no longer hold value
For in this empty space
I hear the loudest roar
The roar of a whisper
pounding its song into my head
This treacherous bridge
that links us in life
In the silence of the night
the voice whispers
Reminding me of the ache
of my enraptured heart
Salty and moist
my cheeks glisten
from the overfilled dam
within these eyes
Sadness locks in
twirling in her skirt
Inviting deep grief
to flow through this skin
The promise of tomorrow
when it is still today
Does not fit, feels sticky
I feel the depth of you
Questioning what is it
that rules the flesh?
Made by hand
suspended in time
Lies the bittersweet path
sometimes lonely to travel
To sail through the vacuum of space
In spite of the danger
inherent in the voyage
We set sail anyway
Accomplishing a dream
free of the norm
The next utopia
we ride once more
Gail Trojanowski
December 11, 2012
In the silence of the night
a voice whispers
Reminding me of the ache
of my enraptured heart
Moist cheeks from
swollen tears
I feel the depth of you
You're more than a friend
Fragile
My emotions rest
on paper thin ice
One drop from
a swollen tear
Fractures the surface
like shattered glass
Frail and weak
I become
Challenging these walls
to yet again
Embrace a whole
new world
Innocent in prosperity
yet heavy with resistance
Resting in this dance
I AM
Feeling the light
cast upon shadow
Dancing in the
unstable flickering
of red, green, blue, pink
then back to red
The sands of time
no longer hold value
For in this empty space
I hear the loudest roar
The roar of a whisper
pounding its song into my head
This treacherous bridge
that links us in life
In the silence of the night
the voice whispers
Reminding me of the ache
of my enraptured heart
Salty and moist
my cheeks glisten
from the overfilled dam
within these eyes
Sadness locks in
twirling in her skirt
Inviting deep grief
to flow through this skin
The promise of tomorrow
when it is still today
Does not fit, feels sticky
I feel the depth of you
Questioning what is it
that rules the flesh?
Made by hand
suspended in time
Lies the bittersweet path
sometimes lonely to travel
To sail through the vacuum of space
In spite of the danger
inherent in the voyage
We set sail anyway
Accomplishing a dream
free of the norm
The next utopia
we ride once more
Gail Trojanowski
December 11, 2012