The Ghost of My Darling

The Ghost of My Darling

There comes a time in every life,
when the ache out lives
the invisible scars that wound,
endlessly drawn to renewed beginnings
to find a spark, enkindling a new fire
in the sky, reflecting effervescent hopes,
at each fresh dawn's forever beginning first light

You shall always remain such a mystery,
forevermore knowing it’s impossible
to unwind the long and winding road’s wrong;
an unplanned crossroad's repose
for to rewrite history’s ne’er to be forgotten song

If you want to be free, 
why didn't you ever release me?
Only you held the power, the strength to be set free;
killing hope softly, abating that which remained
hidden where there once was none,
cleansing truth to purge the soul to learn to love again

As fluid as a river’s love may flow,
the rivers are arising beyond the margin's bounds;
even the flame that burned the candlelight's glow,
will not evanesce the traces no longer exposed
waning unrequited  love, ebb to naught
eroded by constant winds of change

Come again the pang, 
love’s waterfall vanished in the night
fleeting waterlessness, 
all too well polished sleight of hand
Some say… “I can’t make you love me
 if you don’t”
“you can’t make your heart feel
 something it won’t”

Your changing contentment’s 
loomed in shadows of darkness,
veiled within an unwritten, 
unfamiliar song

If only...

fair thee well to the ghost of my darling
I've come too far down freedom's labyrinth pathway,
I've come too far to turn around and hit the ground



©harlon rivers …2013

postscript:  caught in a moment thinking

about somebody I used to know...

2 bolded lines are a tribute to a fine songstress
from Bonnie Raitt's classic song -" I Can't Make You Love Me"
no truer words written...

And if she is still "afraid to run out of time,"
perhaps she won't mind the reprise

...and so it is ...(10w)

gravity is transparent ..

before teardrops fall

the weight is blue ..

© harlon rivers ... 2013

Bi-polar Angel

Bi-polar Angel

Nobody sees clear of the flutter
of a thousand swallowtail’s wings
Soaring so high above beyond the bounds
from the dark shadows lurking broken wings
Free to sing the delicate colour,
a voyage with fragile paper wings
Tall enough to look down
in a moment’s blind eyes blink
seeing mountains move on high

Zooming afar enough to touch gravity’s azure,
the paper moon’s passionate kisses taste;
a swellen appetite, intimately unfolding paper airplane wings
There are two sides to every wishful coin
both sides can be smitten
like a weeping butterfly gone wrong,
caught out in the summer rain's passing throng

Climbed the highest enough, to fall so low
spiraling down --- way down deep the rabbit hole;
what goes up must come down,
a metamorphosis of another familiar kind
Hark! the herald angels sing and sigh
Tomorrow's shine will once again dry
rain cleansed paper winged angels
and a thousand paper winged butterflies
forever free to soar again,
reaching for the vast sapphire sky ...

© 2013 ... harlon rivers