Strings of starlight fall lightly
onto tired eyes that gaze in solitude
with only the wind for a companion
whistling gently through the cracked
crimson gold leaves of autumn
that drift quietly
onto frost bitten ground.
In the shadows lay
our bones that are no longer lost
only broken.
Wary glances are what crack the night sky
which dances in a cold and distant light
and my soul is suddenly full
Of tears
once
again
Feeling like the ocean each night
as I seep salt water onto wrinkled cheeks
worn down by the soft pounding
of ragged waves
which toss the broken bits of my
heart as they would
shattered remnants of shells
Rolling into the grit of the wild movement
I succumb to the sadness tearing
at my limbs
flooding my lids which droop
weary from holding so much grief
And yet
he still
pulls at my tides
And I wish, with storms battering my insides
that this feeling will cease
because I am worn and heartsick
from this never-ending crashing of waves
eroding my body with their insidious
pain.
About the Author
Jessica Treijs was born and raised just outside Nelson, deep in the Blewett boonies. She is a first year Psych student and has been passionate about poetry and creative writing since a young age. Her favourite muse is the wilderness, and she spends a lot of her free time roaming the Kootenay mountains. When not writing or adventuring, you can find her shimmying to bachata and salsa on the dancefloor.
