I see the patterns
of light and shadow
lingering on your face
reflected in the slow
moving tears tracing
lines down your cheeks
a lost look in your eyes
touched by sadness
and a lonely fear
I wish I could believe
the shadows were caused
by the light
but they're only bruises
from hands that once
said they loved you

She Who Dies, Sister of My Heart

Eyes of a child
Open wide and filled with wonder
and yet ancient,
seeing the world through ages
and many, many lives.

How have you grown
so very wise and understanding?
Was it only
in this short life's span
or learned in the ages gone past?

Stillness Inside Her Soul

she sits wrapped in the total silence
of complete stillness inside her soul
if she does not move
stills her breathing
maybe he will not see her.

she can lose herself inside her mind
where she is still alive,
where distant dreams
survive to torture her
with thoughts of 'what if?'

she carefully composes her face
not letting any emotion show
that might be misconstrued
she remembers her mistake
a brief soft tentative smile

and the cost, she remembers the cost
Are you amused? he asks....
a quiet hesitant voice
softly answers.... No....
the answer comes too soft, too slow

Oh God, once again...it begins...
slowly it starts, and builds
pain coming in swift waves
overwhelming her once more
'til she forgets her very name

each episode worse than the last
she grows more numb with time
slides deeper inside herself
in that stillness inside her soul
a fading memory of who she once was

Oh Lady

Oh Lady
where have you gone?
What was it that made you
stay away for so long?

There's a whisper of sadness
in the back of your eyes
I know it was put there
by the meaness and lies.

The battering and bruises
upon your fair skin
have kept you from letting
any new love come in.

your body is present
but your mind's far away.
How can I help you
and what can I say?

If you would just tell me
the things I could do...
I'd take all the sorrow
and steal it from you.

Oh Lady
where have you gone?
What was it that made you
stay away for so long?

Alone

There are times when I feel myself
walking alone
on a dark, cold, stormy night
suddenly there before me
a lighted window
Quietly I creep up and peek inside
a warm fire burns cheerfully
calling to me
so many people all gathered together
all dear familiar faces, smiling
my loved ones
desperately, wanting to knock
and ask them to let me come in
arms frozen
I can only stand there, looking in
paralyzed with a lonely fear
a soft yearning....

© Jasmin