Sadness

a dreaded downslide to happiness
a perception of shadow
a tear in a no man's world
a loud cry in a busy crowd
a lonely journey to knowing who we are

Sadness
a longing for a past no longer present
a present with no future memory
a silenced spark of days to come
a reminder that we are still alive
a pain, with no visible sound

Sadness...
a "no" word, word.

A Dream perhaps not...

Just another dream one would say, as I lay in bed wondering why after almost 25 years of being apart he still visits, and haunts my world.
He hasn’t aged in my dreams, his misdemeanors, his smiles or absence of smiles, bring a feeling of yearning and nostalgia. Like ocean waves, my dreams drop into my awakening world with objects that belong to the past with images of stories no longer there, now forgotten.
There he stands in my dreams with the other woman, passes me by as if I was not there, invisible, as if I had never been born. There I am, standing stuck with the feeling of the forgotten, the unloved, the unwanted.
No, this is not a dream. Dreams have a feel-good story, a dream is a plan for the future, a dream leaves a feeling of rest and content.
But then again, it is not a nightmare. A nightmare brings fear, terror, a struggle between life and death.
He is just a memory stuck in the fragile fabric of my brain, looking for room to express that unfinished past.
Like unininvited waves in the awakening hours, he visits again and again, leaving behind hidden emotions, memories on the sand.
There they lay,lost objects of those who travelled or touched its waters. The glass bottle,emptied out of promises of forever and ever more.
And every dream, as with every wave, gently uncovers the unwelcomed objects from the deep bue sea...

"I speak Spanish to God, French at court, German to my coachmen--and Italian to women."

Written by
An Unknown Nobleman

Nostalgia
A disease
A Weakened heart

Nostalgia
A thief
that hides the future

Nostalgia
A deceiver of memories
A gambler of images

Nostalgia
An addiction to the past
An eternal withdrawal

Nostalgia
A timeline of life
A scratched slate

Bitter...Sweet

Bitter sweet love with no love in return

Bitter sweet melancholy for the loss of trust

Bitter sweet pain for the past the can no longer be recaptured.

Bitter sweet memory that lingers with the hope of being revived

Bitter sweet silence of promises not fulfilled

Of dreams, to come true

Of beliefs that were not

Of thought of future now no longer present

Bittersweet oblivion of those who made lies of their promises

Bittersweet oblivion of those who believed in their promises but then changed their mind

Bitter sweet nostalgia for the kiss of the one who no longer remembers you

Of the no lover .

Life is bitter… bitter sweet.

Lightness by Jazzy Shadows

Floating to the ground,

I watch a feather settle

In a bed of brown.

Sigh...

Images of feelings flashing

I no longer me

Shades on face

Troubling memories

Yearning thoughts of

Friendship faded into time

Lovers

hidden

in thin layers of time

Age

Slowly

escaping

the beauty of youth

I grasp, cannot hold

I yearn, nostalgia

Slowly

Believing

Tomorrow is a new day