MAJESTIC

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Iridescent sparkle of dewdrops,
Descended rhythmically,
As though it was synchronized,
With the awakening of dawn.
Phenomenal one might say,
Symmetrical even,
Before my very eyes...
As I rapidly exhale,
Warmth blankets itself within me.
Serendipity thrives,
True love is eternal.
In its glory I bask,
Newfound and untouched,
Just like the impending morn.
Phenomenal one might say,
But sufficient is the silence,
To cease this superb moment.
In a glimmer so vague,
My chariot awaits...

(c) Monica St Hillaire 2021.

TRUCE

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Reflection of myself,
Clarion waters oscillate,
Seizing a moment of,
Illuminating sunlight.
Peace combines with serenity,
As bliss intricately descends,
Utopia materialized,
Before my very eyes.
So much clarity within the water,
Floating leaves motion toward me.
Tear drops begin to fall,
I've never had this surreal moment,
Nor will it happen again,.
In this Flawless sequence.
So to seize this setting,
Hold it prisoner,
In my time capsule.
Meticulously memorizing,
Each picturesque scene.
Sunbeam compliments my tresses,
Sparkle my eyes in unison,
With its forceful strike.
Standing motionless,
As leaves draw near.
Paradise exists indeed,
If we take a minute to rally,
Around these serendipitous seconds,
Encryption we may just eradicate,
From life's mystery.

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.

SANCTUM

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There is that space,

Between dream and reality,

Where you get to float.

Soar without ceasing,

Weight not in existence,

And timeless is the glow.

Free of mystery,

Unbound to burdens.

To shun,

The abyss of the night;

The labyrinth of the day…

Let not your,

Inner being thirst.

Seize your haven!

Your realm is real.

Yes…

Between the charcoal dusk,

And the ember dawn,

Embrace your moment.

However miniscule,

It is where,

Euphoria thrives.

(c) Monica St Hillaire.

HEAVEN SENT

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You are my diamond honey...
My perfectly imperfect gem.
The radiation you give,
Transcends within me,
To a point of no return.
Oblivious, like a lamb,
That has strayed from the fold.
Amidst the rough and rubble,
Among the condemned,
The unforsaken...
I would discover this most,
Precious and astounding jewel.
Profuse in flaws and perfection.
Bittersweet -
The taste in life you offer.
A balance and weight I endure,
With sheer amazement.
The hand you hold,
This very moment,
Is forever here to stay.
As soon as the dawn breaks,
Let's be the paradigm,
Of this new day.
Quintessential diamond,
You are to me, honey...
And I couldn't love you more.


(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.

BROKEN PIECES

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These eyes have cried

A thousand tears

Sporadic as an evening shower

The periwinkles are drenched

But the grass does not shine

An overflowing fountain

I can no longer suppress

Not a dime to my name

For my one true wish

Speechless I have become

Constant quiver of the tongue

Restrain me from climbing out

Of a hole that is dismal and dark

Surely whatever I touch

Never turns to gold

Like a star that shone bright

Standing victorious

My sense of hearing

Is in impeccable form

I heard the slamming of the door

A daunting echo

I will never forget

Knowing without

A shadow of a doubt

You were gone

Never to return

A love once united

A life now divided

Yet in this existence

We must live

You will live without my love

And I will live with your choice

Monica St Hillaire, 2020.

NO SUNSHINE, NO UNICORNS…

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At the edge of a cliff,
I stand tall and still.
Would you love me,
Of your will?
Blue sky has turned to grey,
White doves numb from sleep.
Would you walk by,
Watch me weep?
I am clothed in deep hurt,
Thorns grow at my side.
Would you stay or,
Run and hide?
Scout the board of real life,
Like a game of chess.
Queen! Come shield me,
From this mess.
Don't leave me at this edge,
I stand tall and still.
Love me the same,
With free will...

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2020.

ACHING HEART

It will pass…
That ache within your heart,
Broken and shattered,
Will not last forever.

Fresh is the memory of goodbye,
Fate deals the hand.
To be judge and juror is in vain,
Destiny will indeed win…

Let time prevail my love,
Watch the sun rise and set.
Smell the roses, watch them bloom,
Let beauty efface the ugliness of your pain.

You will smile again,
You will love again.
Please allow fate to run its course,
Let destiny lead the way.

Life will become beautiful again..
As it has always been,
Let life be good to you.
Give yourself the gift of time…

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2019

STRANGERS

We had a moment...
May not be a lifetime,
But nothing has ever
Etched so firmly,
In my mind.
You gazed into my eyes...
I did the same,
You didn't have to
Say one word,
For I heard them all.

As you briskly walked away...
I saw the future,
Your hand in mine,
Your head, on my chest
You were tucked in my heart.

But I left the bookmark there...
Did not turn to the next chapter,
Love doesn't have to be long
Just pure and true.
It was sufficient.




I can't count the years...
So I made that memory count,
We had a moment
May not be a lifetime
But oh! What a beautiful moment...

(c) Monica St Hillaire , 2019