Aside

Unto you all
Magnitudes of joy
Winners must stand tall

Alone sometimes we wait
With the wrong key
At the right gate

Sometimes beneath the brush
A silent memory echoes
a vain, disordered look
a widower, an ache

Promise not to wake her
In her slumber,
Sleep vacant-
but not far from reach

Gratitude for the worthy
Who are these men who call to order?
Vessels of empty breeders
a love for them I may not harbor

Lonely, ghost child
Who are you searching for?
Who are your brothers?

Be gone troubled tomorrows!
Doubts are but demons
Cast iron freemen
Willing to set aside fate

Look at her
her soft skin
Her willingness
to let him in

© Delia Faith Ross

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As his eyes shine
so too the Sun
and rise and rise they do

More substance in those two alone
than a thousand in my view

I wonder if he notices
when Jupiter stares too

No sorrows when it’s raining here
his skies are always blue

As far as I can tell
as far as I can ponder
Fate was left to chance
and miracles to wonders

A girl who never danced
but dreamed him in her slumber
her life so unbalanced
but that is when he saw her

It only took a glance
and numerology to follow
He took her in his stance
the moon now whole, not hollow

© Delia Faith Ross. 2014.