Interluding Poetry (Part I+II)

My problems don’t matter when I’m in the horizon. I am hidden between the lake and the sky. I look out at the world as I sit patiently on the bench. My body warm under a blanket and dream of the day I am there. Between the beauty of it all where no one can possible see me.

r.l   (11.3.14)

I’m the observer, survivor of the sky. I’ve escaped with a smile, the clouds and ocean inseparable. Moons past I ran to the hidden and sheltered in the unseen. Moon visible again and I’ve walked out with a beaming heart and wishful eyes. I’ve entered with tears, the world open to the lost. I’m the watcher, born from the sky.

r.l   (2.1.15)

Author's Note

These are two poems I wrote, with the same idea, over the span of 9 months. When I wrote the first poem almost a year ago, I didn’t plan on writing a ‘part 2�™ of it. It just happened. I wrote both of them in different places at complete different times. They were both written while I looked out at the sea and sky. At these two times, the sky and ocean blended perfectly that it looked like it was one thing altogether. With the first poem, I was down by the lakeshore of Oakville, the little city I lived in 30 minutes away from Toronto, Canada. The day was cloudy and chilly as I saw the sky and lake melt together. I wrote the poem with a negative outlook as I just wanted to disappear behind the sky. For ‘part 2�™, I was down at the Dead Sea in Jordan. I looked out at the salty sea and the cloudy skies and they melted together again. I wrote the second poem as somewhat of a continuation. It is written in a positive outlook as now I am happy with who I am. I’m not trying to disappear from this world, from myself. I walked out with myself, my home. These two parts show a lot about me. It shows how much I’ve change in the span of less than a year. I’ve been through a lot in the past year and I’m glad I got it all down in my poems. (cool little thing: you can read the second poem backwards as in the last sentence first then second last sentence next and so on. it will still make sense as it is a reflection. it’s just like the reflection of the sky on the ocean and ocean on the sky captured in a poem)