Cracks widen - lies seep
salty tears on silken cheeks
languid, a crumpled heap
longing for eternal sleep
smudged black streaks
on cotton sheets
shattered heart, incomplete
jilted lover, wounded, weeps.

2011 © LH

The Darkness

As I keep to myself and the evenings close
The loneliness inside me grows
The darkness surrounds me like a hooded cloak
The fear inside me has awoke
Staring out, but nothing stares back
Though eyes all around in silent attack
I close my eyes and try to hide
Prepare myself as the voices chide
I put my hands up in pointless defence
As the voices around me become intense
A whisper, a sneer, they wound and scar
They draw closer from where they were
I taste saltwater on my lips
My tears have slipped through my fingertips
I hear a sound escape from within me
It's unfamiliar, yet it sets me free
A circle of light, a minature dawn
The shadows dissolve, my soul is reborn
Awake, I stare around my room
It's filled with light
And gone is doom.

2011 © LH

Midsummers sunset
silhouette of the oak tree
overwhelmed with sleep.

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There in the darkness
Incandescent marbled moon
little piece of me.

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Peacock butterfly
ethereal and eyecatching
a fragmented wing.

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Early evening sun
silk spider's web suspended
a dream catcher, spun.

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Hooked On You.

I want to sleep without dreaming
and wake without thoughts of you
the taste of you on my lips
just one more fix
my spirit crushed
yet I breathe in your smell
my body craves your touch
just one more fix
my spirit crushed
one more fix
it will never be enough
I'm an addict, a user
or are you using me?
does it matter, when we misconstrue reality?
my mind consumed with thoughts of you
oblivion....a place I cling to
transfixed by you
I want to be
I want to sleep and dream of you
wake up where the world smells new
our spirits free,
and you come to me.

2011 © LH

The armchair

In a little cove amongst the rocks
There is an armchair on the beach
The tide is coming in
But the armchairs' out of reach
It's lying on its' side
But it doesn't look out of place
As it rests upon the silky sand
It's got its' breathing space.

There is a man on the beach
Sitting on the rocks
He's got his jeans rolled up,
No socks
Feet dangled in the sea
I look at him,
He looks at me
And I try to understand
As I stand there on the strand
Why isn't he sitting in the armchair
On the sand?

2011 © LH

Huddled together
napping on the noon cacti
the snails siesta.

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With all the seasons
I have watched them change; and you,
each day a new dawn.

2011 © LH