the haunted halls of a broken heart

the haunted halls of a broken heart.
______________________________

Love is often like Ghost Hunting.
Where we walk the Haunted Halls
of a Broken Heart, hoping to find
signs of life still whispering from
beyond the Grave of Former Romance.

Some Houses are empty.. Others full
of so many Ghosts that no amount
of energy can revive the Dead back
to their previous State of Loving Glory.

(Thus I can only hope that within
my Own Haunted House, life bleeds
still.)

j.stephen.h.

A meaning to the dark.

A Meaning To The Dark.
______________________

When I call
you Beautiful,
I am speaking of
an essence which
lurks beneath the
Robe of Skin you
wear so well.

It is there I find
tranquility no
Oceans Here
could offer.

(and Redemption
from My Hell.)
_

I no longer
tremble before
the fearsome
shadow-puppets
Devils make
upon the walls
of my Heart..
for (in you)
I have found A
Meaning To The
Dark.

(which before
made little sense
to Me.)
_

So, thank you
My Love. For
Showing me a
Better way to
Conquer This
Shadow.

(which has
for so long
worn My Face.)

j.s.h.

___

another perspectivist
piece for an imaginary
love that does not exist.

destroy my hearts disease.

Destroy my Hearts Disease.
______________________

No Love..
run away
from this.

There is
no comfort
from above.

(and hell
waits in
My Kiss.)
_

Heed not
My Loving
Sentiments,

and Deny
My Lonesome
Pleas..

Let this
Be The End
of It!

(Destroy My
Hearts Disease.)

_

J.Stephen.H.

the substance of dreams.

The Substance of Dreams.
___________________

Her Beauty is
The Substance
of Dreams, which
breaks this Everyday
Monotony,..as I read
the Story that her Eyes
tell in Pictures.
_

There I See Love
Tales,..Tragedies,
and Epics contained
which should not
Haunt a Mind so
Youthful..
this leads me
to Believe she's
been Here before,
and came from
a Higher Star.
This Old Soul
with Scars Induced
By Former Centuries.

And while I entertain
no Delusions of
ever knowing her
in This Life, (or the
Next) My Mind
is enlightened by
Reading those interesting
Novels Spoken by Her
Face.

j.stephen.h.

a fiction in her eyes

A Fiction in Her Eyes.
________________

There is a Fiction
in Her Eyes which
opposes The Truth
of what I wish our
Love would Be.
(a lie which deepens
every time she smiles
through me.)

I would have done
Anything before
to keep her,...but
Everything meant
Nothing..and thus my
Heart grows Absent
with each word.

Love will Rule
The Day!
(they said.)
Love will set
you Free!

But Love is
a Phantom
in My Head!

(bound by
Slavery.)

J.Stephen.H.

A Dirt Blanket Beneath The Moon

A Dirt Blanket Beneath
the Moon.
_______________________

My Love..

You are the
Star Philosophers
dream of from
their dirt Blankets
beneath the Moon.

That Constant Point
of Wonder in this
World of Few
Miracles, where
Joy is often an
exception to the
Rule of Tragedy.

But
When I see you
Clothed in Robes of
Midnight, everything
in Life seems Right...

and the Presence of God
chases away those
Phantoms from my sight!!

I'm sure My Love
that there are Other
Worlds..(many more
than the Mathematics
of Man can number.)

Yet (for me) you are
the only World this
Weary Philosopher
wants to Dream Of.

(from my dirt Blanket
beneath the Moon.)

j.stephen.h.