Like Silver

You wrap me in soft cloth.
And polish me like silver.
I beam when you hold me.
And every breath, thus, molds me.

Stories A Boy Would Tell

I got a new one today.
A scar
Big and fresh.
A story I’m ashamed to tell.
A story of a broken heart,
Of a “love scar.”
But if a girl should ask,
I’ll just tell her I got bit by a shark.
“Yes Dear, that’s where I got my scar.”
Because she was a shark after all.

Je T'aimais

The heart has languages
All it's own.
Morse code making beats,
Speaking to the soul.

Je t'aimais,
Je t'aime, et
Je t'aimerais.

And as you pass
My heart speaks louder
And repeats the words
Over and over.

Je t'aimais,
Je t'aime, et
Je t'aimerais.

Morse code making beats,
Speaking to the soul.
And if my love would cease,
My heart would grow silent and cold.

Love is a Choice

Love is a choice
My heart chose to make.
A chance
My heart dared to take.

Love is a choice
My heart chose to make.
A promise.
It two now, shall break.

Lace-Covered Love

He sat at her side.
And tugged at her skirt.
The waves in her ruffles
He swam in his hurt.

A kiss upon his forehead
Like dew drops on a rose.
The warmth she offered
He did not oppose.

Clothed in
Lace-covered love
She stroked his wet face.
He, a scared little dove.

With callused hands,
A mother's touch,
She calmed his pain.
It took not much.

Photograph by Etsy

Crowded Room

Love

Intricately

Covers her face with an unending

Love as she peers at him across the crowded room which seems
so small.

The Actor

A heart that beats,
My heart beats,
For the actor of the show.

But his eyes wander
Into the distance
Searching for what I do not know.

I sing my song.
He hears the tune
But his gaze is not on me.

His gaze has shifted
Into the distance
Where I cannot be.

There, flaps its wings
A bird
The color of the stars.

It sings its song,
But not to him.
The actor of the show.

He sings to it,
There's no reply.
And off away it goes.

The actor cries,
In sorrow sighs,
But I knew it all along.

This bird cannot be cadged
It must fly free
And when it's trapped, it dies.

The curtains fall.
The actor cries.
But I sing my tune to him.

He hears my song
And sings along
A beautiful melody.

The curtains rise.
He plays his part
And happy together we shall be.

Quiet Fellow

He was a quiet fellow,
Nice and Pleasant
Very mellow.

He strolled along.
She thought she knew him
But she was wrong.

His laugh pure innocence,
His humility sweet,
This man a rare find to meet.

In his child-like ways
She found a man
With whom to spend most of her days.

-Liliya Mazur