Ukrainian Girl (Thoughts)

Months ago, a train sent her down to

The silence of the dead,

But you still send her text messages

Thinking she will reply somehow

From the other side,

Where sunlight will never reach

.

Don’t you know

They have no wifi there

In the quiet depths? She will never respond,

But you need a friend on this side;

Tell me how to help you heal the wound

That will always stay open

.

ML

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Clouds

Locked in a haze

Somewhere between here

And the skies above —

A confusion of voices and colors

.

ML

Cupid

Big eyed cherub,

Your clumsy arrows

Make hearts bleed

And stain high hopes red — my wishes

For tomorrow

Lie in someone else’s hands

.

ML

Love will leave us bare

In the garden grove,

Wild and pure,

We could survive holding onto light.

If your body gives away

Underneath the weight of the world, it’s unforgiving.

Hands pull, clench all the life from us all,

And it takes,

And it takes…

Love will leave us bare,

But love will lead us there —

You were not created

For a world that keeps you small

.

Yvette Young

(Modified)

Salt

Shiny spheres of mumbled words

And shared secrets 

I will always regret telling you.

The pearls I found

When I swam in your eyes

And drowned in their blue

Have lost their value — tiny crystals

Of salt water

Reflect light to me,

And nothing more

.

I only remember you

When I selfishly wish

I could be embraced by comforting arms

.

ML

City Tour Ramblings

Sunshine breaks through the clouds; in a dirty city

Where no one has time to breathe anymore.

Pollution or human nature?

Perhaps God is angry at us.

Maybe he’s long forgotten

About the people caught in the moment between now and eternity

.

ML

Floating

Beating around reality,

Getting caught in the bush. 

Endymion sleeps without knowing:

I had a love I lost in the stratosphere.

We never said a word,

I bit holes in my cheeks. 

Tunneled to a sound you can’t make;

It’s a wave,

And like all waves,

It diminishes

.

Thank you, Ayde. Wouldn’t have found that without your comment. 

Imaginary Conversation II

Reading your palms as roads and maps

To your future and back; untold

Stories waiting to begin

And finally unfold —

I want to read every dubious word

Through the ways in your soul.

Going through your spirit

To protect you from your enemies

And the firing tongues — holding

Your hand through every half truth

And unfaithful hour

.

ML