Glowing

Cheeks’ burning red, for my happiness is glowing
In front of me you stand shining with a smile on lips
Lifting hands to your face, I caress it with feather touch
I can nothing but see you, for I am in love, blind to what is around me
I think of nothing without you, for you are my world
Unable living alone, I can but live around you
Come, my love, for we have a love of value
Nothing can stop us in our tracks, for we are invincible together
Take my hand, and united we can live forever in hearts

Anna

Djungle

I am not alone
for hunters there always more
destiny made unclear
no one knows who survives
forrest can hide
as easily it blinds
we are many for little prey

Fixed eyes on unknowing prey
slowly closing in upon
eating from earth
it lives to provide
me it gives hope
for surviving is possibility
jumping out in open I attack

Feasting on mine
pray shared with my mate
it bestow life
for we will outlive
satisfied we walk away
presenting others with vitality
yet we have to die

                                                                                                        Anna

Savannah

Laying low in silence
my stomach in mud
yellow grass around me
I see little but sense
arrow in hand
bow in other
eyes on target I charge

Legs pulling me forth
I hunt by instinct
animal sensing
me it runs from
shooting from drawn arrow
I feel it hit with power
surrending it falls on hard ground

Extracting arrow from chest
surge of victory fill my pride
lungs heaving rapidly
calm fills my mind
surviving will fall on me
who wildness has chosen
for I am hunter

                                                                                                             Anna

Corner

Here I stand unmovingly
watching silently at
she shines as sun
moves like water
talking to everyone
she does not notice
me in the corner is invisible

Walls standing high
around me they are observing
I am invisible for
reason understandable is
rejected I brobably be
for she does not know me
love can be a cruel feeling

Tears on brink of bursting
mine hands are shaking
shall I ask though
obvious question's answer
a yes is improbable
but unasked she is oblivious
corner is sudddenly very agreeable

Shadows come easly over me
as in corners they frequently be
the light I am unused to
there scared is ordinary
taking chanses is uncomfortable
for outcome is unsure
therefore I in shadow remain

Minutes have measuring
in hours if longer
time weight tons
though mind heavier
trying ticking futher away
I find myself moving
walking out towards her

                                                                                                          Anna

Unrequited
Surface first part, her perspective

Hiding in shadow
I watch unseen
he be beauty
born out of earth
unknowing he is
given her attention
wall out of stone is separating

Going back to blue
I am falling over hurt
cry sounding loud
he searching for source
I there see ocean
watching I yearn
I cannot hide from him

Crawling wounded
my breathing is lessening
he comming closer
I am soon to be found
high sky observe
as earth drags me down
I am desparate

My hands reaching sea
he has come upon me
world turning
I am now exposed
jumping out in sea
I am mermaid
he is man

Anna

Residence
Surface second part, her perspective

Breathing water
I look through blue
walls made of coralls
sand making floor
I live with my treasures
all found at sea
This is my home

Having all there is
I require no more
feeling empty
I fidget in my seat
eyeing what is around me
nothing should be missing
why am I still weeping?

Feeling upset
I am messed up to bone
around in circles
I come nowhere
my eyes drawn
I can see the surface
hurriedly it pulls me to it

                                                                                                                Anna

Fascination
Surface third part, his perspective

Still thoughts jumbled
her I can't shake off
mystical creature lost
half fish though human
living in in deep dark sea
I am fascinated
her I see but in my eyes

Going back by foot
my home at land
grey sky undecided
what should I do?
house of dead wood
not much to value
I am but a fisherman

Taking out my tools
I make my way out to sea
the boat is small
giving room to but six
penniless I am living
much working it gives
will I ever see her again?

Anna

Back to surface
Surface fourth part, her perspective

Coming up to air
I hold my breath of water
unable to speak
I search for the missing
sun standing high
he should be at sea
where may he be?

The air is moist
more than from sea
foreboding of sort
I have an ominous feel
making haste
my searching accelerate
a storm is approaching

As finding the boat
the ocean is uproarious
barely on surface
it soon remain no longer
alarmed from action
I can nothing but wittness
the future is indecisive

Anna