Tears of joy from Uranus
Descend upon the earth today
An alignment so divine
Two hearts destined to be together
Fate shall reveal its face
Beneath the pale blue sky
A swan gracefully glides
Leaving behind sequential ripples
Perfection in this flawed world
Gifted to be a witness of
A warm moment of bliss
Oblique is the gaze
Color of beauty in a prismatic form
All that's left to do is sigh
If what is to transpire
Is better than this present time
Bated breath will be impossible to subdue
The soul already hungers
May the glimmer of the sun forever stand still
The fairytale begins now
(c) Monica St Hillaire. 2021.
Pain of a mimicked heart Agonizing whirlwind Jesters know the lyrics Mimed tune for a mocking raven Dismembered and torn Exhausted from dangling Repeatedly to puppeteers delight Seized and dominated In arduous angst Strings perforated within New rhythm being born Of faint palpitations Decaying remains surround Ravaged carcass existent laying motionless on the ground Irregular beats obvious transgressor Leaves room to ponder Myriad of thoughts brew In a subliminal mind Does fate even compensate Will a rain shower suffice Exact amount that awakens Wilted wildflowers dazed From scorched brazen sunlight Scrutiny feels like Final nail on the coffin Paling heartbeats Infrequent and throbbing A mere mortal’s prelude of Walking an unending tightrope
Three steps from the wishing well...
Beige hills fuels this somber aura.
Softly bow down my head,
In succession of falling teardrops.
Silver coin dazzle eluded my sadness,
No gazing of any rippled motion,
Glare of sunshine was my companion.
Translucent words within me,
Crystalline and lucid,
Yet a gripping joust deters any utter,
Or repressed remark from these frigid lips.
Sub conscious eager to constrain,
Heartbreak of a time bygone,
Any reprisal assuredly condemned.
No repetition of the past,
Along this dreary reality.
In sequential fashion,
As a mockingbird flew by,
Beam of lucent sunshine was solemnly,
My one and only companion.
(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.
The locket broke today...
Abrupt fall caused its untimely demise.
The timing is uncanny,
For you have now left my life,
A bond sworn never to be broken.
Standing along this pathway of cobblestone,
I see a resemblance to my heart.
It just has to be the same,
Crushed and uneven inside of me.
The flowers are all wilted,
I shun from the evening sunsets.
Shudder to think at times,
What these feelings can spiral into.
If this is forever and day,
Like your previous solemn vow,
Then I am forever trapped in a Pandora's box.
Screaming at the top of my voice,
Which is to no avail.
What corner of this earth am I to turn to?
Wished that locket did not break today,
Firm in my belief it was the one keepsake,
That harboured wondrous moments.
The one keepsake...
That brought genuine solace,
In its bittersweet mystique,
The time swiftly rolled on by,
I was one hour closer,
To being reborn...
(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.
She was golden Long before the rising sun One treasure chest You never want sunken Epiphany The pieces fit perfectly Her bosom A cradle to the innocent Your burdens Weightless To her ever caring heart In full bloom Flower for every season It’s quite okay Hand her the rocks Undoubtedly She will find the diamonds
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