Thursday, February 24, 2011

Winters Wind

He rode in on a winter's wind
The warmth in his smile carried the sun
It glistened in his eyes and warmed my skin
His voice echoed inside my head as it left his lips
Stirring up vivid images of how they’d feel on mine
He road in on a winter’s wind
Drifted just before the bloom of spring
Leaving behind secrets that I’ve planted in the soil of my memory
Allowing it to grow bittersweet memories that only I can smell
I wish for the cold wind to blow again and carry me with it
Take me as it warms me with the light of his smile
©Elizabeth Zsamboki Feb. 2011

All That Is You

Deep inhale
Of all that is you
Holding, slowly releasing
Diminish the need to replenish
Breathe again the smell
Of all that is you
Exposing the tops of my lids
Eyes dancing along the backs
Scanning the blue paint
Of all that is you
Lips quivering a broken imitating smile
Of all that is you
Memories projecting silent movies
I’ve lost the sound
Of all that is you
Hands moving underneath my sleeve
Across my face
Following the tracks
Of all that is you
© Elizabeth Zsamboki

Above the City

City lights lay below our feet
Some moving others simply glistening
Stars twinkling above our heads
The “falling” ones I can only wish were “listening”
The howling of animals quivered up my spine
Their cries so near
I can only believe were weeping from the sadness buried in my belly.
The yells from the local train echoes in a “questioning” distance
I quietly yearn to be amongst those of all aboard
Following its “tracks” that dissolve upon looking back.
The bitter cold night carried our testimonies on puffs of smoke that once developed in our hearts.
Tiny clouds of mist escaping through our lips
Violently leaving our spirits
“ Fading” into the night
Mixing into the darkness
No longer “dwelling” as secrets in our souls.
©Elizabeth Zsamboki

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Recurring Dream

Recurring dream
always beginning with music
lyrics that pull me in, trick me into believing
trusting that in this world of imagination
I am the most amazing, beautiful, and brilliant woman in the eyes of my narrator
inundated with compliments that slip into my ears and force me to shut my eyes
it is then when I lose my way and fall deeper into subconscious
trusting that this dream shares, longs, and understands my life outside this slumber
naively falling deeper into this sleep
loosing myself in stories that I've pulled from the dusty box of my memory
spilling secrets that hesitate on my bitter tongue
until my narrator coats it with his buttery attempt to empathize
it is then when I swallow my fears and allow his voice to guide me
take me to a place that I have always imagined
it is here where I fill my spirit, my heart, my soul with comfort and ease
bathe in the softness of his hands
stare into his eyes until the air has dried their moisture and I'm forced to blink
it is now that I'm afraid to wake and loose all that I am feeling
it is now that his face starts to lose focus
it is now that his words become less and begin to fade
it is now that I recognize my fear has coated this dream with black
my recurring dream is now a nightmare that I'm unable to escape
it is now that I acknowledge this nightmare as my life outside my slumber
and my sleep is when I'm released from this recurring nightmare.
©Elizabeth Zsamboki 2/17/11