You can only drown it for so long
It comes back in waves
Tidal waves
Tsunamis of the past
Emotions that were banished
It comes to you in pain
The hitch of your breath
The heartbeat that hurts
The wet eyes that burn
It comes in waves
Crushing
Pounding
Drowning
Dying at the ocean
It comes to you in waves
What could have been
What should have been
What dreams were made of
Yet alone you are
With Vodka as your savior
BjH
1-09-2019
Random thoughts of lost Poets.
And maybe a bit too much to drink.
Category Archives: Neptune’s Daughter
Heather
No goodbye,
Heather was final
She was a seductress
No redemption
And no goodbye
I cry, I hide, I grieve
Heather goes on
She don’t care
Oceans and stillness
Boxes of redemtion
On a Dark Moon
Cannot bring them back
My soul is broken
My heart cannot fathom this
Yet they sleep
At peace
I remain
Stone over a deep ocean
BJH
12/23/2018
While Scorpio Dreams
~ The tide goes to the shore,
With each breath you take,
Steady, peaceful sleep.
And I wish I could share it with you.
Alas, I am waltzing with my demons this night.
Your face is so peaceful,
Like the serenity of a summer song.
And well, I am
That ocean that toils and churns,
Never sleeping, ever moving.
And I wonder what dreams you are dreaming,
As I sit here in the candlelight
And watch you sleep. ~
B.J.H. 09-19-2014
Neptune’s Daughter Dreams
Sleepy eyes
Find solace
In the world
Ruled by the stars
And father Neptune
Holds back storms
As Morpheus
Brings a much needed dream
Crashing Waves
On a stone tower
Fade into
An oft dreamed
Moonlit meadow
But this time
Sleepy eyes
Do not dream alone
B.J.H.
02-02-2014
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.”
B.J.H.
April 2013
Dreamscape Poetry 