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