Perfect

It was a foggy sunlit morning.
When the sun's rays make their way
past darkened clouds exposing the
mist that floated in the air.
A day like all the others.

Like classical music with a motorcycle beat
and a narration of Korean on the telephone

wave wave wave goodbye to everything that you
indifferently embraced in your past
whisper instead to the present your future
that was waiting always meant to be.

Yours was a plump and happy goddess
long curls falling over stretched peach skin
her smile only a hint of the mirth which resides within

There was a hard short rain. It came fast
and left strange patterns in the street
A ritual taken from the kingdom of the saints

Pray for me you of steel gray eyes
back as straight as your morals
a definition of you as a transformed man

from a trembling youth and naive young man
to the hardened confused creature that stands before me.

Let us not speak of religion or people or love
or notice the shadows cast down by the past
But stand in wait for the next dawning of a day

that was as perfect as the next.


© 2010~SophieD

Racoon

He was lying in the street
Looking like a sleeping prince
except for the two brown red streaks
that ran from his head
to the gutter

The sky would not be so dark
were it not for the clouds

But on that morning
it was bright and blue
And as I stepped out
from between two old parked cars
to jaywalk to the other side
I saw him lying there
like a dreaming angel
plump, with a faint smile
that enveloped his face

Except for the blood
that had dried upon his forehead

He lay forever asleep
upon the oil stained cement
Dreams lost
Breath drained

I felt nothing
that was perceptible to the eye
But my heart stopped
for a minute
I think I remember

The past lays cold and unfeeling
in the past
And we are stuck with
what we are stuck with

Studying my reflection
I become paralyzed by my silence.

© 2010~SophieD

Beautiful

He was beautiful as a dark sun
His eyes warm and liquid
with a glow that could melt
the hardest of hearts
His full lips held the promise
of a love unknown.

She keeps her eyes glued to the sky
watching the planes
knowing he is not coming.....or going
Remembering his face, handsome
glowing in the brilliance
of the light of day.

The angels pass over her
floating to a requiem
that only they can hear

She thinks of his heart
which burns with a fiery passion on the outside
but at the core is ice cold
And she sighs,
pouting
sadly smiling
at the futility of it all


© 2010~SophieD