I NEVER LOST YOU

I Never Lost You

I never lost you

In the sea or sand

In the sky as clouds rolled by

Letting go my hand.

I never lost you

In the dusk or dawn

In the dark or daydream

Noticing you'd gone.

I never lost you

In a crowded place

In a dim lit restaurant

With shadows on your face.

I never lost you

On a moonlight swim

Watching waves take you away

Held prisoner at their whim.

I never lost you

On a busy street

Walking fast ahead of me

With others yet to meet.

I never lost you

In the shining snow

Clutching love tight to my heart

Not wanting to let go.

I never lost you

In sheets of dreamless sleep

Watching your back turned from me

With no love left to keep.

I never lost you

Your dark eyes gave no sign

And though your body sleeps by me still,

You were never mine.

©by Voo

March 7, 2011

1:59 a.m.

                                                          You Were Never Mine
                                                                           by
                                                                       Janiva Magness

FACE OF A MONSTER

face of a monster


face of a monster stares back from the looking glass
eyes searching it's own eyes for signs of beauty
and finding none there, begins to weep

marred and scarred and pocked and pitted
the face resembling the landscape of the moon
and a mad scientist's experiment gone wrong
a hollywood special effects joke on the soul of an angel

a howl begins somewhere deep within the marrow of the man
works it's way up the belly, the heart, the soul
and erupts from the twisted mouth that will never know
the kiss of a woman

anguish unbearable and unending, the cry goes on till dawn
then whimpers it's way back down into silence 
and sleeps again until the cover of night returns
to allow the waking monster to creep about unseen
protected from mocking eyes of others

and all is well until the odd reflection of silver or glass
or the mirror encountered or moon on the water
reveals what the monster can no longer deceive himself
into believing does not exist: 
his twisted face and twisted flesh

he was not born this way but living now resembles living death
inside his hulk beats not a monster's heart 
but a soft and pliable loving, yearning mass, 
dreams and emotions, memories of sun and sky,
tenderness from touch of mother's hands, 
smiles of friends and taste of apples

soft, soft beauty, sweet, sweet caress memories
like the fuzz of dandelions blowing in the wind
the face of the monster is bowed into the dark wind now,
tears falling on the pavement like raindrops 
and in his sorrowed heart bursts the passion of a thunderstorm
and the kindness of a saint but no one will ever know
because no one ever looks beyond the face.

©by Voo
Jan 8, 2005 
7:15 p.m.