Silence… would be better

Finally found the nerve
To listen to J.H.
Words bring pain
Drag up pictures
We forget
Then a phrase
A melody
Opens a box
And we feel again
Silence would be better then this
I am not yet ready
To listen to J.H.

03-07-2013
that poem came this very second as i was posting a video.. funny how it happens… even when you have teardrop eyes

The Rift

::The Rift::

It’s starting to happen again
The clouds form warning of rain
Her tower offers no protection
Since it crumbled and faded away

The angel stares at the sky
Midnight wings dormant at her sides
Eyes wide open
No words spoken
Shell shocked her fear starts to rise

She let him come into her world
He found the lost little girl
Too much he sees
But not willing to flee
He stands still to take it all in

The rift between the angel and the prince
A dark deep bottomless pit
They can see each other’s eyes
Across the jagged divide
And wonder when this separation will end

The angel feels fog at her feet
She turns her face so he will not see her weep
Should she walk away
Or should she stay
After all the prince holds the key.

©08.12.05
Bonnie Jean Higgins