Recharge – Original

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By Mark A. Leon

Stepping out of the shadows of our own darkness
A glimmer of light speckles the ground of jagged rocks and broken dreams with glitter
Two lives led without direction
A compass broken by gravity’s fire

Wasted by society’s cocktails
A glass of bubbly to numb the mediocrity
Bedding strangers nightly just to be touched; yet not felt
Clubs pierce our ears with mind blowing distractions avoiding a life we bore into without choice

A toast to you
A toast to me
A toast to us

Wake up now
A crossroads, masked as a fork, delivered as a message; blinded by the melting sun

A moment of thought
Let us ponder what is behind; what lies ahead; the uncertainty of now

The bar is dry
The bartender has vanished and all that remains is sage advice written on napkins soaking up the spilled dreams

Soon this moment of reflection will end
Do we go left or perhaps right
Straight ahead seems to make sense at least the text books taught us that

Were the teachers real?
The dream of family and love
Is good fortune wrapped around a dollar sign?
The questions, coming like lightning
Fire in the hole
Boom

Need silence, a meditative state
Need to recharge

There
There
Let us get lost in this impasse

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Hello Again, My Love – Original Poem

DSC_0595-2By Mark A. Leon

Hello again, my love
I just want to say hello

One more time with no agenda

Today it seems, you are so far away
I need you back to say, “I need you so”

In all my years, I stumbled through the words
Finding ways to say, just what you already knew

Kindness fell upon your lap
A freckled smile; a childhood laugh
A tender kiss, I was on my way
Looking back, all I could say was silence
A mute

A coward to the fear of letting you know
Falling prey to letting you go

In the shadows; the wind; your past is close behind
Smell of your morning rests on these worn pillows

I was your cowboy, quick to the draw; justified with cause
The chivalry wasn’t enough
It was the flesh wounds of my emotional absence
The quiet nights with no fight in the distance

This horse is come to pasture now taking solace in a pond under a blue sky in this all too familiar place
A red letter day for these old eyes

Seeing the sun rise after so many lonely sunsets
Seeing your reflection in every river
Hearing your voice in the song of the coyotes
Feeling your warmth sitting by the light of the fire

It’s time to come home and to say hello

Dear love