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Future

by

Meagan Goldberg

I couldn't give you a name at first
I couldn't give you a voice
You were the road I was on and yet not
You were the face I knew and yet could not recognize
In the sun I saw the moon
In the blinding day I saw the revealing night
I sought beatiful dirt
I sought that I could not have or want
And I left the fire burned
But I entered the world seeing you
Everything lying within your arms


To Hamlet

by

Meagan Goldberg

Oh dear Hamlet, so like you am I
Seeing what you want yet not beeing able to take it
Words, words, words you said, and so you were right
Words can do nothing
Thoughts can do nothing
So like you I suffer
tormented by an only weakness, a tragic flaw.
Does love find us all Hamlet?
For unrequited love is the world's most terrible thing
It eats hearts, burns souls, blinds eyes.
Even now as you lie old in your victor's tomb
Love consumes my heart, my soul, tears my eyes.
But it has not his.
He so consumed by her.
My eyes betray me to the world, Hamlet,
the hurt, the betrayl.
I can see your eyes shining through mine.
What a facade I create
so strong, impenetrable.
But I start to crack
I need to get away before I become ash.
How long before I shatter, I do not know.
But as you, dear Hamlet, faced the Fates web
So will I. I will not hide my forlorn eyes
I will not be denied.


Empty Seeking Hands

by

Meagan Goldberg

What a night can do for a soul
healing with tender darkness,
the silience of questions, of thoughts
Night is a break from the whirlwind
no one to lead into flames
no way to feel Love's torturous fingers
Head does not spin, words cannot be heard
but then the tempest of day descends
and I have lost grip somewhere, somehow
Love has left me standing
in the night with empty seeking hands
as i stand on a desolate plain, beaten with unquenched rain
Luck abondons me, lying in her silken fortunes
and I look on in blindness
as I burn in desire