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. 


Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay

She danced in the moonlight,
Hoping daylight never came.
Transition in effect;
The wounds remain the same.
Though in its vivid light,
She suppressed cutting wounds.
Sadness erased from thoughts,
Battled shame with her might.
Abyss is not her home,
Cannot fall forever.
Life is her mystery -
A maze she'd rather roam.
Glaring light fill this place!
Dawn will surely efface...
She danced in the moonlight,
Hoping daylight never came.

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2019