The Ghost Light In The Theatre Wing

the ghost light in the theatre wing

told me you were there.

and not only that,

but the smell of sugar cookies

preceded you.

and the moonlight

after the performance

smiled down upon me.

i felt your love upon

my cherry cheeks 

and with your help,

i touched the stars.

the ghost light in the theatre wing

watched over me.

and it protected me

and made sure i knew

that you were there.

and not only that,

i saw you sitting with me,

next to me,

as if

while i was waiting,

i could sit in your lap

or hold your hand. 

the ghost light in the theatre wing

holds me close.

it engulfs me

and intoxicates me,

as if it was curtain call.

as we stand on the precipice

of what could be

the cosmic black hole

meant to be,

i felt you closer than ever.

you applauded me

and looked into my eyes

saying, "bravo."

you are my ghost light in the theatre wing,

and i love you, more than you could love me.

but the ghost light in the theatre wing

must symbolize your absence...

that's why you are here with me.

that's why the ghost light is on in the theatre wing.

-LJ

14 November, 15 November, 29 December 2014

The Wind Whispers

I feel disturbed,
heartbroken,
disappointed.
I quiver,
I shiver,
I shudder...
when I see
the world
from the stained-glass windows
of sycamore trees;
when it's dark
and I can't reach the sky,
because the windows are too high,
and the wind whispers eerily to me.
It haunts me,
taunts me,
binds me,
blinds me...
when I hear
the wind playing tricks,
whispering,
slithering
in my ear,
"Come to me."
and I was listening.
...why did I heed.?

-LJ
5 November 2014

I Had A Dream

I had a dream last night.
I saw your face, angelic and graceful,
just as I have seen it in still-shots for so long now;
and so withered as these still-shots be,
the beauty I see.
Your gaze traps me.
Your presence engulfs my spirit.
Your hands held my head ever so gently.
And out of the dust and clouds,
your wings formed and wrapped around us,
so we could keep warm in each other's sound embrace.
The wind around us sings to us,
so we may dance the world over.
Did you feel it...? 
The grace of your soul,
the beauty you so wear like a crown?
Did you feel our hearts beat together
as we became one?
But I was being pulled...
pulled far away...
and our time was up.....
What dream ends
when eternal rest was given?
....ours.
....for the best.
.....I will see you again....
you promised me.

-LJ
6 October 2014