(Not) puppy love

A'las the donkey caved
in.
The mouse mourned
you.
And dust mites eloped
with ter's
Hopping sun to sun to light to moon
Happily Ever Bliss

I do love you

they cried in devastation

Hold On With Faith

And Hope escaped, forging a path of pale moonlight along the dense deceptive darkness

Faith is the leaf that bends and flows to the will of your wind

A trust is not so, unless understood.  But that was impossible so you chopped like weathered wood
Harming and fruitless you trudged on back.

Till that light.
       that Faith
       that Hope
Settled only through
  self mind and tasked and humbled first.

The Beginnings Are Plenty

The eye piece may be green, the glass a tinted mauve, yet the piece itself was not for odd
against the rift of scope.
Time is seen and 
each memory cleared. 

Goodbye was uncertain. Mind your tongue on
    this juncture.

Hate Was Here

Its a heated discussion
And a mental trap.
The hidden alcove of your brain,
    sets the path I take.
It may be a trap
and most probably hidden.
but I see you for it
I see the hate,
the mistake.

Now nerve-years later,
I hear this plea.
Set aside
    No mystery.

Deductions of past
so blind,
in faith
and feel.

Indifference was worse, truly
I miss you Hate.