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
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
::Ice Chamber::
Dark is the chamber she finds herself in
No lights
No candles
No glints from within
Shadowed his world
Cloaked in a dense fog
She looks for a doorway in these ice slick walls
A passage
A key
Some place to start
She tries to find the emotions he hides in the dark
The light that he gave her is starting to dim
Alas, she has failed him time and again
He holds onto her heart as he pushes her away
And searching in his darkness she is determined to stay
The future is theirs
She knows this to be true
And when she gets past his defense
he will know this too.
©08.16.05
Bonnie Jean Higgins/All Rights Reserved
I look at my reflection
I look terrified
Emerald eyes impossibly large and deep
On a watermark face
Those eyes churn like a restless sea
They could drown me
There is much hidden
Below the surface of those green waters
I refuse to jump because I can’t swim
If I am too terrified
To dive under the surface
Of my own eyes….
Why would I expect
Anyone else to?
I turn away from my reflection
I don’t much like mirrors.
B.J.H.
09-27-2013
they say eyes are the window to the soul..
Once I dream t of Camelot
Misty castles along the ocean
Once I dream t of a prince
Who would pledge me his devotion
Once I dream t of stormy skies
And a claddaugh ring on my hand
Once a fallen Angel
With demons in her head
Once alone on Saturn’s rings
Waltzing with the dead
I have dream t so many dreams
In my cherished moonlit nights
I’ve wrote my life’s story
By the warm glow of candlelight
I have dream t so many things
On my perfect fantasy world
I escaped reality and lived in fairy-tales
I still dream of Camelot
And Castles on the shore
But now I am content without a prince
To complicate my world
B.J.H. August 7, 2013
Dreamscape Poetry 