OASIS…

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These hands...
Harsh and worn, like a lonesome seaside rock
Diminutive in stature but with,
An overwhelming depth has consumed,
Dreams and fears... even the tears.
Time circulated like a roller coaster.
Come closer...
Convinced you know the story,
For you were there with me.
Your love...
Golden bright, as an authentic morning sunrise.
Can never outgrow the grandeur of spaciousness,
These hands have reserved for you,
Laughter with sad... even the bad.
Years flew like petals in the wind.
Come closer...
Let's both narrate the story,
For you were there with me.


(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2020.

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. 

TO PARTS UNKNOWN…

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This rock,

Embedded in eternity,

Is where we shall sit.

I will travel,

Any depth, any portal,

As long as you are at my side.

Never will I ponder,

On what’s left behind.

You ignite my passion,

To see the unseen…

Two hearts beat as one,

There is no room for fear.

Wherever your heart dwells,

That’s where I’ll make my home.

Worry not, my darling,

The best is yet to come.

In the meantime…

This rock,

Embedded in eternity,

Is where we shall sit.

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2020.

TRUST IN ME…

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Let me be your refuge,
Your safe haven,
When fear embeds your mind.

Let me be your pillar,
Your rock,
When the journey gets weary.

Let me extend a shoulder,
My arms wide open,
When the tears overflow.

Let me be your dawn,
Your noontime,
And spontaneous night.

I will be your serenity,
Your tranquility,
When this world screams aloud.

Trust me to be…
In existence,
To be here… For you.

I LOVE YOU.

(c) Monica St Hillary, 2019