Foolish as it may seem,
I am in love with a memory.
That reeked of a charade,
Hide and seek,
The kind children play.
You left like a summer's end,
Dredging all my warmth.
My hands remained clenched,
For you were gone.
Evanescent clouds before my eyes,
My faith as big as Gibraltar,
Now a sunken pebble.
I await the pale moonlight,
To eagerly catch some hope.
Inside is just too empty...
The hollow sound is deafening.
As I stare into your eyes,
I anticipated my reflection.
But you turned toward the meadow,
So I could not see.
Even a broken mirror,
Would have made me happy.
As I muster courage to move on,
Walk these dim lit streets,
I sometimes turn back.
Bent on seeing your face.
Convinced that I,
Made no mistake in,
Unconditionally loving you.
And foolish as it may seem,
I still do...
(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2020.
The keepsakes are our memories,
We made upon this earth.
Daisies in your hair,
Thrown pebbles in a pond.
Summer nights we rain danced,
Until the break of dawn.
If I had a dime for all the times,
I made you smile.
Then again,
It could never make me wealthy,
As the gems I hold deep down inside.
Heavy is the heart,
But light were the moments...
And boy did we float!
Every now and then,
I look up to the sky.
And I smile,
Even if just for a while.
Bliss blankets my being...
And I Smile.
(c) Monica St Hillaire.
Let the ocean roar, my darling,
I still hear your beating heart.
The merciless waves can break upon jagged rocks,
Beneath the sunset's lavender hue.
As trials encroach,
Memorable moments stay afloat.
Bathed in love; clothed in truth.
There is peace in pandemonium,
When I look at you.
Sunshine beams through the turbulence,
Your sound a rhythmic beat.
So let the ocean roar, my darling,
You are an original masterpiece,
Painted just for me.
And I will hear you...
(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2020.
I am enough but,
Are you worthy?
A bountiful river,
And you lack thirst!
You tread so lightly,
Yet still my water ripples.
Satisfactory abode,
Do you not see its value?
An effortless flow,
Toward a heart so vile.
Worry not about the storm,
I will not runneth over.
Sufficient in my depth,
Your meager soul, unaware.
I continue to churn in poise,
Stagnant during the raging winds.
Asserted and enough,
So please tell me -
Are you worthy?
(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2020.
How heavy is a heartbreak?
Is the burden immense in degree?
The air I breathe is so constricted.
My heart feels suppressed,
Not by my own free will.
This all commenced the day,
You walked out of my life.
My colorless days,
Conjoin my sleepless nights.
A damp pillow tells a somber story,
Of a heart that aches,
And a soul that weeps...
Out of left field, nowhere to turn,
You left me like a sleuth.
But my judgement was clouded,
As grey skies hang overhead
- my head.
Time my only confidant,
I trust to take things in stride.
May this pain devalue,
With each passing day.
May I grow and learn;
Walk a road of no return.
Acknowledge what stands before me,
Accept what cannot be reversed.
I will press on.
Such an extraordinary contrast,
Of someone walking into your life.
To someone walking out...
The chronicles continue.
(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2020.
Will you give to me the attention I crave?
Look at me like I am the only one,
In this whole world.
Reserve a corner on this earth,
For just you and I.
And don't look away,
Even if a rainbow spews out pure gold.
Angels may sing;
A melodious chorus above.
I hear the harp playing.
Serenity soothes my soul,
Hold me close...
Here, the sun never ceases to shine,
No need to worry, darling.
Fixate your eyes on me.
Take my hand, quench my thirst,
I desire an ample flow.
Your attention I crave wholeheartedly,
Let's make a memory of this moment.
(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2020.
That vengeful strike of the tongue,
contrived to permanently wound,
Those colossal pillars of emotion.
Connected to the heart and mind.
Imperishable thought of what was spoken.
Where did the time go?
Emotional scars consume my inner being,
An abyss is now my home.
Can I be healed by the ray of light,
I desperately seek?
Can forgiveness be my glimmer of hope?
Legions I cannot compress.
All from a concealed weapon,
Waiting to attack with words of despair.
Beware of any duel it engages in,
Damages can be a blemish,
Forever lodged within.
Monica St Hillaire.
Sometimes the saddest moments,
Brings forth the greatest love story.
Precise minute of giving up,
Draws you to your destiny.
That brisk glance, warm smile,
Sometimes...
A chance at forgiveness;
Third time's a charm.
Perhaps gentle voices free of judgement,
To save our drowning hearts.
Bouquet of roses, shoulder to cry on,
Sometimes...
It is always worth a try,
That risk you must take.
Eradicate all doubt,
For your greatest love story,
Can be deeply embedded in your...
Sometimes...
(c) Monica St Hillaire.
Delicate touch,
Mesmerized stare.
Bonded embrace,
Breath of fresh air.
For timeless love,
Eager to try.
Poetry in motion,
You and I...
Elegant waltz,
In rain of Spring.
Ascending moon,
Ballads we sing.
Tender caress,
Ends with a sigh.
Poetry in motion,
You and I...
Aromatic wine,
Laid on white sand.
Scented candles,
I clasp your hand.
Sky's hue reveals,
Daylight is nigh.
Poetry in motion,
You and I...
(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2020.
