The locket broke today...
Abrupt fall caused its untimely demise.
The timing is uncanny,
For you have now left my life,
A bond sworn never to be broken.
Standing along this pathway of cobblestone,
I see a resemblance to my heart.
It just has to be the same,
Crushed and uneven inside of me.
The flowers are all wilted,
I shun from the evening sunsets.
Shudder to think at times,
What these feelings can spiral into.
If this is forever and day,
Like your previous solemn vow,
Then I am forever trapped in a Pandora's box.
Screaming at the top of my voice,
Which is to no avail.
What corner of this earth am I to turn to?
Wished that locket did not break today,
Firm in my belief it was the one keepsake,
That harboured wondrous moments.
The one keepsake...
That brought genuine solace,
In its bittersweet mystique,
The time swiftly rolled on by,
I was one hour closer,
To being reborn...
(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.
My faith blindfolded, Credence camouflaged, From this ardent love, And fiery passion, I have deep down for you. Walking the tightrope, To a blissful Utopia, I leave dubious speculation, Behind my shoulders. Like a withered flower, On a porous rock. Spirited procreation awaits, Spawn of a fervid twin flame. Underneath satin clouds, Among resplendent trees, Where sunsets are a myth. Love will flourish, As the eternal blaze, Continuously burns. The tightrope I shall walk, In my ebony aura, Guided by this, Immovable seedling, Fixated inside of me.
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.