Other Half of My Soul – Original Poem


By Mark A. Leon

Every time the wind blows, I hear your voice
Waiting for the waves to wash up your bottle
A sacred blessing in a pool of broken dreams

This rock is my home, my eyes a lighthouse, my heart the siren calling you in
Drunk on the fog and loneliness I run weary

Never to give up hope
Every minute, a chance

Sails from distant shores parade their masses
Are you on one of them?

A surprise from the ocean gods
Gift wrapped in a smile

Will the infinite sea swallow up this faith?

The congregation of dolphins sing

Pastor on the pedestal of white clouds

Waiting for my prayers to be answered
Let me sacrifice myself for her safety
Let me give my life so that she may have another

Let me be remembered in her children and grandchildren as I lay peacefully in my eternal rest

On this rock, I sit screaming silently
Each morning I arrive
Each night I sigh

Will this day bring her home?
Will this be the day I am reunited with the other half of my soul?

I sit and wait today
Rain cleanses this worn-out skin



To the One That Got Away


“…unrequited love does not die; it’s only beaten down to a secret place where it hides, curled and wounded. For some unfortunates, it turns bitter and mean, and those who come after pay the price for the hurt done by the one who came before.” – Elle Newmark

I remember her well.

In a quiet room I sit alone listening to the songs that remind me of her in fondness. Fondness for her touch, the warmth of her voice, the gentleness of her skin and the radiance of the energy she released every moment she was near.

That is the one, the true love, the absolute inspiration.

She knows who she is and she knows the power she possesses over me.

This is what is so incredible about love. It isn’t about the pictures, songs, cliches or stories. It is never about the way we build it up to something that it isn’t. It is about the moments that you lose yourself to the weakness that it has over you.

We always want to be in control of our surroundings and fear those times where we are defenseless to the unknown. Maybe that is why so many of us run away from the possibility of love. I embraced it. It was so rare, so perfect, so calming that I needed to be close. I needed to find the essence of the warmth it provided me. Love wasn’t ever something I pursued or sought out. It was destined to become present to me. With a simple whisper in the air, our eyes met. Two strangers, but before a word was spoken, our life together was already played out in my mind.


Fade in: Daydream

You remember the first kiss under the cedar tree as the rain fell from the sky and a single electric bolt of lightening lit the sky. Water covered our faces but it was the gentle wet caress of our lips that made us safe from the danger around us. It was the perfect union of two souls.

Then that nap in the park as you laid on my chest letting the warmth of the sun put you to sleep while I brushed my fingers through you silky hair.

Your soft curves caressing the long white gown as you strolled down the aisle, a princess at the ball declaring your eternal and graceful love.

The look in your eyes as you saw the ocean blue eyes of our first child.

That first time on the patio sitting in the rocking chair, hand in hand remembering each and every moment of perfection.

Our life was pure, deep and meaningful. It had to be because it was written in the stars far before we met.

Fade out

That daydream still plays in my mind. A play done in a lifetime of acts. You are the one that got away but I had to meet you. I knew I would not spend me my life waking to your angelic face, but you needed to be in my life for a short time.

I am glad I met you. You changed me. Not that I was down a path of despair or wrong, but in my journey of life a true inspiration needed to guide me. I know you were in my life for a short time but you will remain with me forever.

You are the soul captured in my memory box. I look at you sometimes and smile.
I know you think of me as well. That too makes me smile.

If nothing else, this is a thank you for being a part of my life, then and now.

As you are the one that got away, it is important that you remain that way.

A Soul of Misfortune – Original Poem

Running, running, running from the ghosts of her past
Demons follow her patterns of sleep, imbedding thoughts of insanity and doubt
Love is but a corrupt diamond chiseled from the blood of slaves

Without direction, there is no home
Without hope, lust for loneliness is the only option

In the dark path of a future drenched in fear, she can only cry on the shoulders of a man no longer by her side
She cannot hold the future she feels she needs

Desire is disguised in the post apocalypse of a heart emptied in the barren reservoir

Dry and gasping for air she is still
Afraid to feel
Afraid to love
Afraid to be held by the promise of a new sunrise

Can the end be so near for such a young soul?
A soul born into misfortune; guided into the direction of darkness

It is a tale without a future; without a past; without forgiveness

With one final call, from the horizon of a sun tipped mountaintop, a whisper is heard