Tag: love

Perchance I Would Meet You Again

Perchance I would meet you again
this wintry evening
out in numb forgotten fields
of longing,
I would
touch once more the warmth
of your calloused hands,
rest in the snugness
of your tight embrace —

I would
drown in the wine
of your tender eyes,
slumber
in the lullaby
of your gentle voice —

Perchance I would meet you again
this wintry evening,
the silent
white of snow would turn
into summer dew,
parched stalks of grass
into golden daffodils.

D. G. Vachal © 2024

Gyoza and Broken Hearts

Gyoza and Broken Hearts

Graduate school
econometrics
cryptic
to my right-leaning brain,
when in my puzzlement
an angel descended
from distant constellations —

a comely Adonis,
face sculpted
by Jirisan mountain
winds,
eyes and lips suspended
in a perpetual smile  —

He took my hand,
showed me how to
solve equations
step by step,
pencil strokes on the offensive,
neglecting fear of failure to find
proofs of theorems —

In interweaving moments
he would prepare
gyoza,
chopsticks on teflon,
our measly meal—

Tonight
I cook gyoza the way          
he taught me,
a different life, no more
theorems to prove —

I recall from long ago
a time of heartbreak
while parting ways
for another love.

D. G. Vachal © 2023

My Love I Love


my love I love

because you love me,
in your arms
content in winter
while hearths aglow
with applewood
flames —

my love I love

because I hold you
in my arms
asleep as I
hush
boisterous winds,
that trouble
your wounded
heart —

my love I love

D. G. Vachal © 2023

Photography by Mabel Amber

I Write To Find You

I Write to Find You

Nameless sorrow,
grief unspoken,
tears flow
from boundless oceans,
torrential rains
lambaste
ebony waters —

you are gone  

I search syllables,
consonants,
vowels once spoken
by a voice beloved
reverberating still
in the chambers
of my broken heart —

only silence

weary eyes close  
at light of dawn,
your face flashes
in the clouds
of my restless
dreams until

I awaken to begin
my search
to find you
once again.

D. G. Vachal © 2023

“Silence When I Need You Most”

by gnuckx Flickr

Silence
when I need you most
while drenched petals fall
under feeble moonlight
from rose-shrubs uprooted,
tumbleweeds blown
by the howling wind —

Would I need the finger-
touch of nail-prints, my hand
upon your side to know

You are here
somewhere in this garden
as I tread upon the flooded grass,
pellet drumbeats
drown
the silence that taunts
when I need you most.

by D. G. Vachal © 2016

Photography credit: by gnuckx @ Flickr Commons