His Goddess…

His Goddess, was she

Worshipped he, her feet.

Sung praises by his lips

Body and soul to meet.

They kissed in the gloaming,

Heavenly passions, unfurling

Sweet choir, in their joining.

Abiding promises, in their binding.

The cadence of their love,

The ebb and flow of the world.

Breathing softly in aftermath

In his arms, she lay curled.

Kept staring, did he

At the slight smile of hers

Ne’er noticed any difference

Bent down to kiss.

But just ‘fore their lips touched

Saw her edges looked hazy

Light seeping out of her

Featherlight, lazy.

Screamed his grief to heavens

Never once she looked back

His will-o’-the-wisp, be she.

His Goddess, was she.

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Shadows…

The night weighs me down

When the world slumbers by.

Eyes unfixed, unseeing

On the horizon to lighten

Up so that

There’s clutter and clatter

Daily humdrum of life

The chores and errands

Myriad things to fix.

By the by, the day passes

Twilight zone emerges then.

Heavy soul, heavy sigh

The drudgery of darkness.

Counting the seconds

Time slowly slithers by

Shadows ‘pon the world

Coiled in its tangles.

See it all, do I

With eyes unfixed, unseeing

O’er the horizon, they wander.

Churning, frothing in depths

Never becalmed the waters.

Feelings in the grey zone

In Shadowlands, my existence.

Nameless be thou

Who banished me to this.