What is left?
by Mistra

7/30/98
What is left...
when love fades
and pain blossoms
when trust is broken
and doubts awaken
when hope dissolves
and despair wells
when two become one
and loneliness is forever
What is left?

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My World
8/98

My world
...yesterday was complete
filled with happiness and love
secure in what we shared
so certain of the road ahead
...today is chaos
filled with misdirection and pain
off kilter, fearful of moving forward
without your guidance
...tomorrow is doubtful
filled only with regrets and memories
not able to go on without you
you are my world

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An Empty Scroll
8/98

No words that echo with your voice,
or rhymes the ring with your laughter.
No tales kindled by your glee,
or stories warmed by your humor.
No songs fired by your passion,
or poems that mirror your heart.
Just an empty scroll,
reflecting my life without you.

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Paper Moon
by Mistra
10/98

Paper moon
starless skies
dreamless sleep
tearless cries
Empty beach
endless sea
lonely footprints
only me
Unreal day
shadowed night
without you
no more light