To remember to forget

I have tried,
through many days and nights
To remember to forget you;
and yet it seems that it is easier
to forget to breathe than
to stop remembering you.

Night time

There are so many words,
But what is their meaning?
There are so many dreams,
But where are they leading?
It is said that time heals---

But the wounds are still bleeding.

Somewhere you dream

Somewhere you dream of happy times,
Of laughter rippling on the wind,
And friendship's kiss, as sweet as wine
Poured out with love's own tenderness;
But shall these dreams bring warmth to you
As Autumn frost draws ever nearer,
And keep the fire within your heart
As winter's chill grows ever clearer?

Broken wings

You have forgotten how to fly, 

And I, so far away, cannot break

The coming fall: though for your sake,

I would sooner fall myself than see you

Toppling from the heights you once had found.

Down, down, like a wishing star you fall;

And, calling, land upon the leaden ground,

A lame and humbled thing, 

Your broken wings surrounding you

As the woods cry out my name.

Wisdom

It is strange how often a heart must be broken before the years can make it wise.

--Sara Teasdale

So long ago

So long ago, and very far away,
You held me close to keep me safe and warm.
How strange that now, though Summer's in the wind,
I feel the chill that sought me on that day:
And suddenly I am cold again.

Farewell, be gone

"Farewell, be gone," I said to him
All on a Summer's day.
"Be on your way,
I love you not,"said I.
But when I spoke those words
I lied.
--Kindred Spirit

Weep no more

"Do flowers cry?," he asked the Rose,
Her cheeks all streaked with dew--
Or was it rain? "He knows," thought she.
How strange that he should ask,
In such a casual way!
It must be clear to him as day.

She bowed her head to hide her tears,
Which fell like Summer stars,
Each one like fire in her heart:
Those burning tears! And, since
He'd caused each one to flow,
She would not let them go.
--Kindred Spirit

Guitarra--Heartstrings

He plays the strings so softly,
his fingers touch my heart.
A long-forgotten pain
is remembered in the chords:
The trembling sound of hope--
I hear it once again.
Play on, my heartstrings cry;
play on!
--Kindred Spirit

Birds Migrate at Night

Over the glittering, rattled ladders of shale
the birds cross, tangential to the sea at night.
Hour upon hour you can sense the undulation of wings.
If you lift your cheek quite carefully
you can feel the kiss and the wisp of air
stirred by the inaudible glide.

--Jan Haag

from A WInter Night

It snowed and snowed, the whole world over,
Snow swept the world from end to end.
A candle burned on the table;
A candle burned.
--Boris Pasternak

At the break of dreams

It's true that you have gone away

Never to return, or so it seems;

But love once found is never lost.

And so I know that we will meet again

At the break of dreams.

Dream

“Ah, the strange, sweet, lonely delight
Of the Valleys of Dream.”

--William Sharp