The Path (poem)

I fell, one night,
into a simple dream
An unhindered path
blanketed in grass, pristine
A gentle breeze at my back
beneath a sky so clear
In the distance a bird
singing a melody, clear
Step by step I, forward, moved
not knowing where or why
Maybe fate would put me
where it would decide
Scenes from my history
dotted the landscape in brief
but were left behind silently
with little pain or grief
The sun shone on my face
masking my destination from my eyes
as I continued fearlessly forward
A new future, in a dream, disguised
But then a second path converged
and on it a person came into sight
Where are they going on the path in my dream
Who am I dreaming of in the middle of the night
Conversation started
Laughter joyously rang
And on that converged path
new friendship began that day
What began as a simple dream
on an unknown path, so new
Turned into the path, the moment,
that led my life to you

Heather L. Flood


Inescapable (poem)

I could walk for a thousand years
But still not escape your eyes
I could sleep a million deaths
And still see your smile
I could rip off my offending ears
But your voice will always be there
Just as my fingers scream with desire
To tangle in your hair
My heart could speed toward explosion
But in its final moments still beat for you
You’re an addiction, inescapable
Killing me with every part of you

Heather L. Flood

Sleepless Sunflower (poem)

Sleepless sunflower
Where do get your life
As you turn your face toward darkness
Shying away from light
Your best friend is the moon
You keep company with the stars
As you go against your nature
And, in loneliness, stand apart
What are you waiting for
As you stand sentry in the night
What are you afraid of missing
As against your name you fight
Are you looking toward tomorrow
Are you living in the past
Are you missing someone left behind
Are you living life too fast
Oh, sleepless sunflower
Hang your weary head
Leave the ghosts of night behind
As the sun rises on your bed

Heather L. Flood

Changling (poem)

Changling, changling,
who are you
replacement for the past
the future gifted anew
What promise do you carry
What tomorrow do you hold
Are you someone different
than your predecessor of old
Changling, changling,
are you a threat
opening yourself so easily
to lonely brokenness you just met
Can you piece together the puzzle
of a shattered yesterday
though the mess is ages old
and still can’t find it’s way
Changling, changling,
how scary you seem
Your vulnerability and humility
are a reoccurring scene
Years passed, spent with someone like you
Someone with a connection that clicked
But the connection snapped too easily
Excruciating, deadly, and quick
Changling, changling,
trust can’t be given to you
Punishing you for history not yours
is the only way to be safe from you
You may be perfect
You may never cause a tear
but changling, changling,
I thought that about another for many years.

Heather L. Flood