Land South of Somewhere

High in the turret perched

overlooking the

Land South of Somewhere

morning brushes her face

as she peers through the misty veil

that lays over the tree shrouded mountains

she wonders about her fate

she wonders about his too

she knows they shall never speak again

for one another to hear

it was a moment

just a quick inhale

in a length of time

called a life

that living it meant only those moments

now memories left carved deep into hearts

that are woven into souls

in this land of slow drawn speech

she came quietly to seek

the reprieve she needed to heal

that she might move on 

knowing memories of him

are forever carried deep

The 

Land South of Somewhere

marks painful time in drops of life blood

til the sunsets after the rain

wash away some of the immediate pain

that once again she might breathe

at the least to walk down over the next hill

Copyright©1998-2016 byKLB

blue eyes

someone once said

like sapphires

yet deeper

than a mountain pool

imagine

that someone knew

he looked into them

she but a silly fool

they were

blue eyes

they were

Next Where from

What I wanted then

 was not

 what you wanted then

no amount of trying to match

was crossing the chasm

of the egos we had

Not knowing 

making choices on less info

mad a bigger mess to overcome

for more than two

I wonder how to forgive the self

of others' hurt and sorrow

that they can find joy

making better days

now and tomorrow

Perfection woulda been wonderful

human is all that could be

built in flaws that raged on

Figuring I don't deserve much more

since I couldn't handle what I was given 

I denied myself any companionship

coupled with that much desired

unconditional love

The epiphany that hit me

did not send me out the door

it simply left tears to fall

from a heart that tore

then scarred

There is not much more to tell

surrender to this hell

move on

give more

from where

where from

KateyB

thought

perhaps it is best

if I sit quietly

say nothing

wait

hope

wish

     

post script

patiently indecisive

on purpose

dead

The winter in my heart

was that late fall

when your soul

did depart

ghostly memory

I knew the day you died

the last breath you took

it came right as recess began

I sat in that second grade class

staring out the window as a tear ran

then I just cried 

and cried