Sonnet: Goodbye is the hardest word to write

My darling girl, we came so far as one
Now at the end, the bed begins to break
And joys we had begin to come undone.
To keep this up, we put so much at stake.

Throughout our time I always kept you close
So that the ache the world can bring would rest.
Apart, exposed to that which cuts the most,
That stab is by the hand that knows you best.

Will this end now, with views full of regret?
My love, I swear we had a cause to kiss.
The mirror keeps me wise lest I forget
Behind us lies so much we must not miss.

So let me go and leave an open door
To dreams where this will hurt us both no more.

Sonnet: Stand for something

Stand! The triumph of the winter cold comes
To blanket the voices, who can still sing?
For these dry times we must hear the war drums
The awe of vict’ry will rise before spring.
Will a champ’ion rise to stand for the right?
Or the weight now too heavy to push through?
Forced now to move under cover of night,
The faces of friends become much more few.
Cold gray skies offered as free from the burn
Sunshine sent off, but we miss those clear days.
It’s for that bright sun we faithfully yearn,
The thief steals bread, the owner always pays.
We spin even faster, things, they crash down,
Our culture asunder, where is God now?

Sweet dreams

To Jesus, to angels, be vices and lullabies
All sung ever sweet 'til dawn touches so lightly

But 'cross our dry eyes comes the unwelcomed morning
To rise from our dreams where we slept, never knowing.

Contemplation vs Action

Like the passing glances of fated lovers who
Wonder as they walk beyond what they wish to have said
Over their shoulders forever faded, unknown
Lives apart yet intertwined, betwixt never known regret.

A whisper into the ear of those beloved to
Tumble gently from guilted lips and wafted by twilight breeze
The stars above shimmer regardless of slumber
Drifting away divulgences, betwixt never known response.

Seasons

I watch the graceful arches of oak
Swaying in the still-uncertain breeze.
It's spring and so the birds and the sun and the bees are still welcome visitors.

Black bark melting into, meeting with green
The new only covers, never replaces.
This tumultuous cycle of season certainly plays with my emotions.

The beauty of spring is temporary fascination
The new before the new becomes the old.
Soon, you'll again watch when the leaves fall in their tight circles back to the below.

Underneath, what feels newly revealed feels empty
Underneath it was always there and you know.
You'll know this as you watch these leaves in fall, don't you forget that when the tears come.

I miss you.

It starts when you're not here
My hands rediscover my pockets as I walk.
Routine places that feel so new
Even my memories, you've changed them too.