When Half of You Is Gone

I knew you reached your destination
When I couldn’t breathe,
My chest tight and fighting me
Sharp, jagged, painful.
You would only be gone five days
Only a few hours away
This was not supposed to affect me so deeply
Bother Me,
Unnerve me,
Stop me from breathing
So I continue to work
Then I pause to take a break
Tears start falling
Unwanted, unasked for
I am unable to stop them
Hide them,
Hold them in.
You will only be gone five days
Only a few hours away
This is not supposed to affect me so deeply
But it does
And it has only been four hours.



Sleepy Shadows

Sleepy shadows
Take Me home
Back to the quiet of the forlorn
I will dance in midnight meadows
Alone with moonlight and my sleepy shadows
living life is much to hard
Facing reality will leave you with scars
So I will dip in darkened streams
And I will fly on dark blue wings
My sleepy shadows take me home
To the quiet world of the forlorn.



A kiss
My sigh
That look
Not worth it
I know
You must go
And tears
It’s here
A kiss
My sigh
That look
No reason
No reply
Just kiss me
I’ll see you around
Hiding my frown

~┬ęB .J. H. ~ 11.23.05


Courting Melancholia

I have been watching my small patch of sky for hours
Steel gray clouds enshroud this cold September morning
And I, A sleepless poet
Mourn the brilliant stars that shared Cancer’s waning moon
only hours ago.
Melancholia has been courting of late,
An old lover I had left years ago,
I have refused his advances
But Winter is coming and my Ocean is so far away.




Goodbye Virginia Beach

I generally don’t explain my poems but this one tugs for explanation. I wrote this the last time I would be at my special spot on the sand, where I had been inspired to write for the past year, I looked at that shore where so many memories were made, where so many poems were born . The place I sent my dear friends mementos on a voyage over the waves under an October Dark Moon.
So as I sat there and all I could do was cry. I Neptune’s daughter could not write. I knew when left this shore I would loose a part of my soul. So now on to the unedited words I wrote that could not capture my goodbye to Virginia Beach

~ I am shivering in April
sitting here on the beach
Slack jawed
Words in my frustrated tears
I sit beside the boy with the shadowed eyes
He does not know I am terrified
December comes to early.”

April 2013