Love's Ghost

Breathe in love's ghost
A sharp breath.
A broken addiction.

A love that is taken
is a heart split in two.

A love split is a heart that rattles,
the pieces clanking inside.

Breathe in the ghost of my heart
Ghosts you have become.
Invisible to yourself, to me.
Hidden away in grasses too tall

Escaping under a blanket like the sea
Endless expanse, a vast ocean
that never leaves me cold or wet
that takes me far from the ghosts of all

But ghosts with souls not unlinked
find a way back to one another...

Love's ghosts cross blanketing seas
but burst bubbles of warmth

Oh spektors' kiss, you leave me cold!
Love's ghost is not so warm.
Love's ghost is worn and lovelorn...

© copyright by Michèle Aimée Lahaie, 2011

Caves of the Soul

A lonesome fear crawls through my soul
burrowing through craters of love-lust,
A battered, broken spirit huddled away
shudders at the smell of loneliness,
it's breath caught in momentary shock

It seems want of solitude and loneliness battle
Absolute contentment makes me a hermit
wanting to be far from all man and life
While a fear of loneliness burrows past
frightening me with close encounters

Weary and cold, it seems my blood stills
The course in my veins has ceased,
my poor heart loath to see another tear
churned forth from the fountain in me
Let the fountain in my soul be settled!

© copyright by Michèle Aimée Lahaie, 2011

Night's Knight

A small fracture cracks and ripples slowly
tearing pinches at a time through a fragile vessel
The blood pumps in techno bursts, throbb. throbb.

I've hidden my face for the night, buried in the sounds
covered in paints, hidden in the cloak of nights sorrow
The howls in the air mask the silent groans of the heart

I hear only your music drifting from miles to my ear
So much do I long to know answers unknown that
my mind begins to imagine them as in drunken stupor

Though just hours before my mind was weaving diligently
Weaving my thoughts and the threads of the heart back
back together as one, back together to make it whole

The sounds of mischievous stars winking from the sky
unravelled my mind and set it spinning, the spindle broken
In twists and jerks my body moves. mechanical. untrained.

My eyes try to learn to see, but the blur of tears restrains them
my heart has been so shy, yet you, shy as well, coaxed it forth
only to become frightened, overwhelmed by nights light, to run...

Hide not your face, for mine is already hidden away with sorrow!
Don't run from me -- I've already run. We run from the very same
Can we keep running from the same thing? and keep seeking the same?

A shudder tears through my spine, sending me back to your arms
I'm caught up by your grace and am overcome with your sanctuary
How is it you are so protective of me when my very fears frighten you?

A sense of chivalry breaks tragedy, the shell cracks and breaks away
Your fears nulled by an overwhelming love, a desire to tend to ladylove
Oh knight, break your fears of night, and ride with me to dawns light...

© copyright by Michèle Aimée Lahaie, 2011

Cages of Constraint

The haze that clouds your eyes gives you away
Though your thoughts hide behind fogged lens
I fear I see the terror separate us once more
My fears activate yours; yours send you running
I meant not to frighten you. I know your fears.

I could never stand to have you if you felt you 'must' love
Let not my heart constrain you, trap you in a cage.
No, what love would imprison another?
Your very terror of constraint restrains your love
Yet when your love is near, it runs free as it should!

You poured your terror before me, spilled freely as blood
Then the wounds of We, Must, and obligation were cleansed
After fortnights of imprisoning yourself, you were free
The walls crumbled, and the moment that was meant to end
proved not to be an end, but a beginning, doubly refreshed

But with that awakening came a new confusion. What now?
Was that not an end? Was it naught? Why begins it anew?
Fie on constraints! A limitation of the mind on the heart
A lock to terrorize, frighten away something untainted, pure
My heart never meant to cause you fear, to become a cage...

© copyright by Michèle Aimée Lahaie, 2011

Beyond Our Fingertips

I wonder if what I long for
if what I ask is unreasonable
Is a longing so deep, really a fault?
Something that not only lingers
but carries on so strong, can it be
a lie? or truth. Should I carry
so deep a desire, undying
a flame that burns hotter
a fire that consumes me
Is it something to be quenched?
Put out? or encouraged on.

The answers I wish I knew
They seem to be within reach
just beyond my fingertips
yet I'm too impatient
I want, I need, I must know!
We've always longed this way
and now it grows untamed
unstoppable in our hearts
If only those around us shared
that same burning desire
all would be well
but the complacency
makes our unfettered imaginations
- our dreams larger than life itself! -
seem petty, and material.

What have I done?

What has become of our dreams?

Where we are is nowhere,

our dreams grow stronger, 

our longing harsh, stinging like nettles

My breath freezes hot in my mouth

My tears dry in my throat

My dreams are faded, but stronger

No restraint holds us back from 

longing. wishing. hoping for

all that we want

But it is just beyond our fingertips

just out of our grasp,

and the complacency of the world

tries to drown us out, to wash us 

clean of all we want.

Is is really so unreasonable....?

© copyright by Michèle Aimée Lahaie, 2011

Everything in Every Room

You are everything in every room I've ever been
Every memory that will never wear thin
You are all my memories I tie to strands of time
All the memories I bind to chords of my mind

You are my tears when my eyes run dry
The hope in my heart when I'm terrified
You are the art of my soul when I dream no more
The blood in my veins when I break to my core

© copyright by Michèle Aimée Lahaie, 2011

Aiskhulos

I think of you often
I think it haunts me what I've done
Many times I've begun to write to you
Thoughts of your grief pester my heart,
The words I wish to tell itch in my mind
But the fear keeps my hands from writing

Not one blot of ink leaves my pen,
Not one word could make it to you.
The ghosts of your questions linger here
You faced apparitions of me and
waited for letters that ended with my name,
those letters that never came

My heart could fast be destroyed
in so simple as one delicate stroke
Your hand was much too hard
brute elegance left me scattered
I became as an apparition
I hid my heart in terror of your voice

Those letters that wrote themselves inside
always were quick to burn themselves
My apology may never reach you,
My letter will never make it to your hands
I still find myself too terrified of you
of what you'd do...

© copyright by Michèle Aimée Lahaie, 2011