a broken heart sinks and the disappearing dream blinks

hello to yesterday;

wake up and say good morning

work days ways;

gentle was the night –

when the moon shone bright!

these bouquets of flowers

aren’t gonna rebuild what was torn down/

break apart

concrete driveways

and pea gravel pathways;

i wont

because you did

i wont

because we broke

maybe

maybe i just didn’t

put the “and” between

you and me

//

it’s been awhile

but nothing really has changed

broken heart sinks and the disappearing dream blinks

the sharp shattering of a soul full of hope;

and yet i still stand

//

maybe

ill wake in the morning,

stretch and yawn.

shave my face till the dream cuts and bleeds out

//

ill shower and let the hot water wash away the work day

dry myself off and sit naked on the couch;

putting the gun in my mouth

and let all the thoughts and memories splatter onto the wall

//

if you ever wonder where i am

don’t ever think twice

i’ll be gone but here hiding

i’ll be here, still thinking of you

i’m here, still thinking about you

//

hello to yesterday

wake up and say good morning

work days ways;

gentle was the night –

when the moon shone bright

these bouquets of flowers

aren’t gonna rebuild what was torn down

break apart

concrete driveways

and pea gravel pathways;

i wont

because you did

i wont

because we broke

maybe

maybe i just didn’t

2017  bgw

you are (more than these words)

sometimes curly, sometimes straight.

light to dark and dark to light.

her hair changes upon season and mood.

eyes shine, glimmer like diamonds.

she’s a springtime song, thawing out the winter’s chill.

her face, smooth and delicate.

her silence says a thousand words; her tone soft and angelic.

her presence, like soft falling snow, graceful and quiet.

the elegance, the beauty, outshines the sun on any given day.

when her smiles make an appearance,

my heart becomes weak, and falls again.

her skin, creamy; glowing.

her heart, caring and giving.

a dedicated humanitarian, her modesty might say otherwise.

a seeker of truth, dwelling within the words.

a wonderful mother, a juggling between life’s acts and little wonders.

a wife that only a man can dream of.

wishful thinking to my reality.

she is a symphony in life.

a rock upon which i can lean on.

a friend no one can be, the best.

you are.

you are more than these words,

more than what my painting can say.

you are the essence of my desire.

oh, my love!, my heart longs when you are away!,

and when you are within these arms, i beg for forever!

c.2013, 2017 BGW

excerpt from a letter

the rain drizzled upon the cold awaiting pavement.

the heavenly clouds broke apart,

and the moon sat and the sun shone.

a deep and heavy, misty fog lifted;

i awoke

between the tragedy

of realizing about the night before

and the dreaming about of still having you.

i am lost.

my soul lays empty!

the morning rain taps on the window pane by my bed.

my body frozen, though thawed

entertained between thoughts and memories.

i gazed through that window

and yet didn’t move.

my day paralyzed by not having you!

a mind wonders and a soul stings.

as i am sure that a million people have said –

i am nothing without you, absolutely nothing!

but let me say this :

“i am nothing without you, absolutely nothing!

and yet, if i am to remain nothing,

at least i know i can say that i was something when i had you”

c.2017  bgw

winter’s chill

first eyes to wake

in a frost bitten forest.

the chill arose from deep within,

hit the snooze

and dreams sunk within the words

within a sought midnight lake.

ice melts

from the branches above;

an unseen path

covered by fallen leaves;

leading me to forgotten memories.

first eyes to wake

sought on and found an empty bed beside.

on a Saturday morning,

and found everything that was unsaid

floated away down by the riverside.

first eyes to wake

in a frost bitten forest.

the chill arose from deep within,

hit the snooze

and dreams sunk within a midnight lake.

ice melts

from the branches above

of braided emotion

between loving you and hurting me.

April’s rain melted frozen drift

and seen on ocean waves dancing without.

first eyes to wake

in a frost bitten forest.

last the chill arose from deep within,

and hit the snooze –

dreams sunk within a midnight lake.

first eyes to wake

in a frost bitten forest.

the chill arose from deep within,

hit the snooze

and dreams sunk within a midnight lake.

c 2017  bgw

painted and burned

unforgotten memories

painted and burned;

in these words

there you live.

read on!,

knowing that you are these!

when a past drinks up the present,

the daydreams finds itself

flirting with an uncharted future.

unforgotten memories

typed up and dusted off;

in these words

there you live.

letter by letter,

words forming

painting memories.

sentence by sentence

verse by verse

emotion pouring forth!

find me

on the other side of the paper

with unforgotten memories

painted and burned;

in these words

there you live in my mind.

c. 2017 bgw

moonlit poem

….when the waves crash ashore,

as the sun sets silently underground;

her voice sung in moonlight glow!

her soul bright as the stars

shone in awe

and sunk somewhere between my heart and mind.

when the waves crash ashore

as the sun sets silently underground

part of me dies in the sun setting

and yet born again within the mornings glory.

architect of words

i build upon the foundation

of her structure; i dwell!

when the waves crash ashore,

as the sun sets silently underground;

her voice sung in moonlight glow!

her soul bright as the stars

shone in awe

and drowns

somewhere between my heart and mind…..

c. 2016 bgw

beautiful haunting

the train slowed to a stop.

the whistle blew through the tears

as her soft lips left his.

his means couldn’t drive through,

so he erased the heartbreak.

in the wooded mountain tops

the silence spoke

and comforted all to that was.

but in all,  in the end

no one was ever gonna love him

like she did.

while the words were full of her,

his soul remained empty;

empty of what if’s

and echoing knockings of made up scenarios.

the train slowed to a stop;

the whistle blew through the tears

as her soft lips left his.

his means couldn’t drive through,

so he erased the heartbreak

breaking hers instead.

there on the floor

laid broken pieces of both heart and tears

and a hope of that

that could have been!

he sought and fought

while she found hope in a thought

and yet there on the floor

laid broken pieces of both of their heart and tears.

the train slowed to a stop.

the whistle blew through the tears

as her soft lips left his.

his means couldn’t drive through,

so he erased the heartbreak.

c.2016  bgw