My Poetry

Haunted

Wind rattles the windows
The house settles with a sigh
Scratching sounds in the attic
The floor creeks under the weight of the cat
Moonlight peeks from behind a cloud,
sending shadows down the hall.
I lie awake in witness.
Thinking of you, I am haunted.

Destiny Comes

Destiny comes in small pieces
Tiny excruciatingly blissful bits
Like a soft summer rain
Like a slow morphine drip
Destiny knows me, knows this is best
Knows I was addicted at first glance
And would surely overdose
If it swept in fast
So, small moments it is
Today, three words are enough.

Countenance

You woke me from sleep again
Like the Sun, the Moon reflects your countenance.
Reaching with a silvery hand in the night,
Luring me to the window.
I stand in your light, gazing back,
Feeling the warmth of your glow.
Then I return, close my eyes,
And dream of eternity.

Dream

What does it mean
when I dream of you
Was it my wish or yours
To hear your voice once more
Even if only a faint sweet echo in my heart.

Vacuum

I think of you when I vacuum
I don't know why
The hum of the machine
Drowns everything out
And all that is left is you
It used to perplex me
Now I just find it comforting
I turn it on
And there you are
I miss you, but my house is quite clean.