The Wind (for deverse; Winds of March)

Would you take this

wind of change?

How cold it blows-

Chilling my bones

It does not dry my tears

but burns my skin

as I bare my bones

In truth’s stark gaze

Am I mourning?

Yes all the things

I let die,

those bits of self

which never cried-

As you face me now

so lost by the darkness

of not remembering

How chilling the gale-

Gusts in remembrance

of the half life we lived

And now

there is even less

still I carry the burden

of all the wishes

put to death

by the breath exhaled

in the forest who sighs.

Phoenix Rising (for deverse; Poetic Confessions)

 Phoenix rising

from the ashes

of our grief-

We are reborn

made anew.

 

Holding our tears

glistening in sapphire blue.

The scars of rose colored talons

digging deep into the marrow

of memory

Of what once was

before lightning struck,

scars still burning

bright as sun, remembering

that dark winter night-

When our lives changed

and you could no longer

remember my name.