TIMELESS

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When the being passes on,
Departs this earthly life,
Soars into the hereafter.
Leaving behind a husk,
Of flesh and bone,
Hollow and foreign,
In front of weeping eyes.
The heart oblivious,
Filled beyond capacity,
Just as the day before,
When the spirit burned bright.
Perpendicular angles,
On opposite ends,
Contrary realms,
Infest sparingly in my head.
Inundated in thought,
My heart pulsated,
While yours stood still…
But this presence I feel,
Unshakeable and rigid,
I know deep down,
Is the fire of your soul.
Its validity infinite,
As my love for you…
You are here with me,
Inexplicably diffused,
Intricately manoeuvred,
In the gentle evening breeze.
The brightest star at night,
Aligning with my every stride.
Navigator to my intuition,
You lead me to the fountain.
These joyous elements,
Caress my sanity.
Snippets and fragments,
Systematic proof,
And authentic prelude,
Of immortality.

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.

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THAT WISE BIRD

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A hollow in my heart.

Dungeon borders my soul,

Heavily guarded by an army of woes.

Dejection tramples on my spirit,

Kindred connections disbarred.

There is murkiness in the distance,

The road marred with desolation.

Oh this deafening silence!

Pungent taste of reality;

A realm I now dwell in.

Compression infests my movement,

But I persevere.

Stare without blinking,

Yawn without sleeping…

This pain is heavy.

Yet the notion to proceed persists within.

Song of the Sparrow,

In the touching distance.

Whistle of serenity; a sound of hope.

In an instant, my despondency effaced,

Like a mid evening fog.

I exhaled, with such precision.

The soldiers retreated and left for home,

Just as I was going home…

Never will I look back.

Should the pathway behind crumble,

Like an ill-fated stack of dominoes,

I will not see.

With the winds of change blowing at my side,

A singing Sparrow to symbolically guide.

Forward motion is now my stride…

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.

HOUSE OF PAIN…

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How heavy is a heartbreak?
Is the burden immense in degree?
The air I breathe is so constricted.
My heart feels suppressed,
Not by my own free will.
This all commenced the day,
You walked out of my life.
My colorless days,
Conjoin my sleepless nights.
A damp pillow tells a somber story,
Of a heart that aches,
And a soul that weeps...
Out of left field, nowhere to turn,
You left me like a sleuth.
But my judgement was clouded,
As grey skies hang overhead
- my head.
Time my only confidant,
I trust to take things in stride.
May this pain devalue,
With each passing day.
May I grow and learn;
Walk a road of no return.
Acknowledge what stands before me,
Accept what cannot be reversed.
I will press on.
Such an extraordinary contrast,
Of someone walking into your life.
To someone walking out...

The chronicles continue.


(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2020.

UNDIVIDED

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Will you give to me the attention I crave?
Look at me like I am the only one,
In this whole world.
Reserve a corner on this earth,
For just you and I.
And don't look away,
Even if a rainbow spews out pure gold.
Angels may sing;
A melodious chorus above.
I hear the harp playing.
Serenity soothes my soul,
Hold me close...
Here, the sun never ceases to shine,
No need to worry, darling.
Fixate your eyes on me.
Take my hand, quench my thirst,
I desire an ample flow.
Your attention I crave wholeheartedly,
Let's make a memory of this moment.


(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2020.

TRIALS OF LOVE…

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Love me at my worst,
With my hair frizzled out.
And my dress slightly torn;
Roses seem to fade away.
Will you hold me close?
When my wrinkles don't show?
The dawn may never come,
If silence consumes the night.
Look into my eyes,
Grasp on to my wretched soul.
You know my every inch,
Help me conquer this darkness.
Bitter at my worst,
Your tender love can heal.
It makes me want to be,
The greatest version... of me.


(c) Monica St Hillaire.

FAIREST OF ALL

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Carefree as the wind...
Is my love for you.
Prolific are my words,
Pure and true.
If only you knew,
The beauty you possess.
Captivating... sheer honesty.
My love, you are,
The most beautiful girl,
In the world to me...
This cup runneth over...
Boundless for me.
Conditions... there are none,
Convinced you're my destiny.
Daylight can linger,
For your soul I see.
Abundant and everlasting.
My love, you are,
The most beautiful girl,
In the world to me...


(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2019.

THE WHOLE SOUL

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We'll never grow old;
The soul inside us both.
Forever and a day,
Come what may.
Our love will not efface,
Infinite surrounds our beauty.
We'll soar to parts unknown,
Intertwined to become one.
Fallen with the sun,
Our journey, just begun.
You were destined for me,
As I was destined for you.
We'll never grow old,
Oh, my serene soul.
Don't you see?
Have faith in me.
Intertwined are we,
And infinite surrounds our beauty...


(c) Monica St Hillaire , 2019

EPIPHANY

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Know you must leave the table,
When love is served no more.
When you hunger for affection,
Thirst for attention...
That bough you rested on,
Poised and asserted, has been broken.
Never to be mended again,
But your famished soul is reluctant.
How can you stay when the vessel is empty?
Permit dignity to win this battle.
Strength will creep in like a thief in the night,
Your love was never jealous; let life be.
You were meant to flourish,
May you never wither away waiting... yearning.
This table is bare as can be my friend,
Never come back here again.
Allow life's whirlwind to move you,
To a place where love is given freely.
Know you must leave the table,
When love is served no more.


(c) Monica St Hillaire , 2019.