MASQUERADE BALL…

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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 boisterous.
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. 

HIDDEN TREASURES…

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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.

SIGNAL OF LOVE

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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.

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.