Heaven was...

Heaven was a park bench on a long beach,

On a cloudy night, with forever in reach.

And the world moved yet time stood still.

I drank it all in but I never had my fill.

Perhaps the multitudes did create much ado.

Yet I could see nothing but you.  You.  Just You.

Heaven was that Close Embrace we Had.

Every moment of Aching Thirst to Drive me mad.

Every moment of me in You until ‘I’ was ‘You’.

Every vision of possibilities and impossibilities so new.

Of that aching Love so beautifully intense.

You were Present, the Presence of my Absence.

Take away the world and leave me that bench.

Take away ‘me’ and leave no heart to wrench.

Take away the other and the between in between.

Remove the Veil of the Unveiled until it is Seen

The Reality of You is Me and the Me in You.

No more You or I; only what is True.

Terence Nunis

These Lines...

Witty puns, cynical jibes, sarcastic lines.

They flow forth with casual ease, these rhymes.

Of evil humour and charming wit, O Tongue.

With words soft and meanings strong.

But a heart as cold as ice.

Reflected in those glittering eyes.

No warmth sits upon this breath.

That part of a soul bereft.

And every line a veil

To hide a lovelorn tale.

Of a heart so shattered

That it lost all that mattered.

Terence Nunis

Have You Ever Imagined?

Have you ever imagined then?

Have you ever thought perhaps?

The world is just a lie upon

Which hopes wither away mayhaps;

Though given life, false life;

We only want to sleep forever.

Because it cuts deeper than a knife;

The pain of knowing never.

Though I breathe in the present;

I live only in the past.

Though I speak of the absent;

I am absent here alas.

If I could only sleep forever,

I pray this pain would be gone.

Perhaps the words seem so clever.

But the heart behind it is long gone.

And I would dream my lonely dream.

And pray my impossible prayer.

And call forlornly though it seem

I forgot to cry so long, not a tear.

And why would it matter to think

That there is a future to hope for.

When it will all be dust in a blink,

There is no heaven at my door.

Only lies and images and a mirage;

Of what was, and was supposed to be.

A flower of love fallen to the barrage

Of cold certainty from a stormy sea;

Of bitter tears and broken hearts,

And shattered dreams and fallen stars;

Of dark despair so dark in parts.

That there will never be once more

Another flower of love to bloom again.

Another heart to burn once more.

Another you for another pain.

Terence Nunis