The Storm

I see the ominous, foreboding clouds
Congregating at the edge of the horizon
As you approach me upon this rocky precipice.
Your gait,
Sharp like the wind that whips mercilessly around us,
Betrays your reason for meeting me here
On this late summer’s eve.
I brace myself for what is to come,
What is to transpire,
Between us this night.
I don’t want this to end,
To cease,
To fade into oblivion,
As I know it will.
Soon, all too soon,
You are standing in front of me.
Your eyes,
The color of the sapphire sea
That extends before us,
Transpierce even the shadows of my soul.
Lightning illuminates the indigo sky
And exposes the raw expression of fear and confusion
That I wear upon my face.
Where is the truth
That once lay between us?
To where has it fled?
I want to know.
Yet you don’t tell me.
You simply shake your head,
And before I can realize,
You have departed from me,
Have left me alone on this cliff
As the first raindrops cascade down my cheeks
And blend with my trickling tears.



As I stroll along this urban pier,
Gazing into the depths of Lake Michigan,
I cannot help but think of you,
Remember your awe striking eyes,
Your jubilant laugh,
The blissful experiences we shared with each other.
The memories sweep into my mind,
One upon another,
Just like the aquamarine waves
That crash onto the concrete beneath my feet.
Although these glimpses of the past
Paint a smile across my face,
They still bring a bittersweet pain to my heart,
For as I stare into the abyss of the night,
I become well aware
That I can never again
Run through the vast field of those joyful times
With you.
Yet I cling onto hope,
Desperate hope,
That one day,
I will be in your presence once more.

The Secret

I hold a secret
Buried in the depths of my soul.
It causes my timid heart to thump,
To pound uncontrollably,
Until it feels as though it will shatter
Out of my chest
And be visible to all eyes,
Including his.
It tortures me
Day and night,
Night and day,
And forces me to press my lips together
Till the color flees from them,
Leaving them pale and trembling,
Just like my questioning mind
That swims with maddening doubt.
Should I reveal it to him,
Scream it out to him,
From the peak of the mountain of truth
So that it no longer strangles me?
Or will I remain a wallflower in love,
Blended in upon a stark canvas,
Like I have for all of my life?