Poetry – Page 24 – A (wise) man of two faces

Watershed scope

It’s been raining in my heart
ever since we fell apart,
and my ocean swells and sways
as I spend my rainy days
looking for a new start.

So many flavours,
I must sample each in turn
to find my favourites.

After the sunset,
the world is ready to sleep;
we crave adventures.

Stand and fight
for what is right.
Plant your feet,
swear you’ll defeat
your fears this night.

We all have our masks:
parent, sibling, lover, child,
the great Masquerade.

The storm wall,
charging tall,
the breaking wave,
none can be saved
as the shadows fall.

Hate’s the sweetest thing –
it’s easier to swallow
than most medicine.

Love’s a harder sale –
it needs careful nurturing
and encouragement.

The sky looks different,
but I know that is not true;
I’m the one who changed.

Searching the sky,
looking for clues,
and wondering why
no one answers you.

You scream and you shout,
but the clouds just don’t care;
they flutter about,
and give bored gray stares.

So you turn away,
and retreat inside,
perhaps to pray,
or perhaps to hide.

But your problems don’t wait at the door –
they follow you in to trouble you more.

The wylds of nature
remain a stone’s throw away,
off the beaten path.