Two Poems

Twilight

Twilight
and I am alone--
waiting, watching, wasting away
listening for your car in the drive
the slam of your car door
announcing that you are home
like so many times before.
But somehow the anticipation has become worn,
torn and faded
too comfortable to be discarded but
worse for the wear

Autumn
Mighty oak drops his leaves
gold and crimson at my feet
When did loving become a burden?
When did the rush of passion
slow to less than a trickle?
You take me for granted and I
escape into myself--
Struggling with the urge to
run away into the mists
Embrace solitude

Wednesday
Check the clock—11:48 PM
Love steps aside for apathy.
There is comfort in the loss of that
to which you can no longer lay claim.
You lie beside me
A stranger, an empty shell.
You do not notice me
sinking into the darkness.


Apparition

Last night I dreamt a poem
Horses running wild
across solid barren land.
The leader clothed in white
Her mane a sea of snowy waves.
In the distance, singing…

At dusk, I see him walking
alone beside the river
A banquet set before him.
He speaks but none can hear him
Anonymous faces with eyes disappearing
From the treetops, singing…

In the dark night, I run
down streets of a city unknown to me,
My legs thick and heavy with regret
for the places they have carried me.
Standing on a cliff, waves crashing below
From the ocean, singing…

The sun rises on a procession
Eighteen women carrying swords
Crimson gowns floating
on Mother Earth’s passionate breath
Bowing and bending in homage to the sun
Beyond the horizon, screaming…