POEMS

LIA BEVINS

Dreams

Weathered crevices collect from the sands
bearing the weight with each turn of the hourglass
with weary legs and troubled eyes --

What a grief stricken path we pave
With good intentions and tragic optimism
          Such dreams

You dream.

          You.

And you,
          of course.

Do you yearn to embrace the fading light that calls your name?
To tug upon the heart strings of those willing and worthy?

Your dreams are but a leaf:
lying in the hands of an artist
changing within its own beauty
destined to float,
to its end.

 

Wildflowers

Carry with them such hopeful dreams
Whirling through a Van Gogh piece
From lover’s lips a burden set free
Now to rest alone in peace

Whirling through a Van Gogh piece
Left to waltz beneath the stars
Guiding light shall soon decease
A bitter sweet fate in barren arms

Left to waltz beneath the stars
Each flower to balance on earthly shoes
The sprinkled night now seems so far
As petals are laced with morning’s dew

Each flower to balance on earthly shoes
Now to rest alone in peace
As petals are laced with morning’s dew
Whirling through a Van Gogh piece