A Harvest From a Lonely Heart

A harvest from the lonely heart.

There are many times I sneak 
into my gardens of before 
under pale but glowing moonbeams 
in the wee hours of mourn.

Searching only for some sustenance 
that just might strengthen me 
in my most barren times 
when all my fields 
of dreams lie fallow.

 
immersing both 
my face and soul 
within the center of 
bittersweet melon of choly, 
till I'm lost in reverie 
never hesitating to spit out 
the bitter seeds of discontent 
while nibbling at the softness 
of delicious memories .
 
Though they are often tinged 
with darker rinds 
and hardened edge 
like bruised 
half circles 
grief so often 
plants beneath my eyes. 

I have split the 
fruits of "was" 
that from my life 
took their great falls, 
to pick out 
the most succulent 
of pieces left within, 
to carry me ever onwards 
through the present 
...towards tomorrow, 

I remember well 
a lovely girl who came 
and stole my heart 
she said "I love you, 
but I cantaloupe." 
the honeydew of her lips 
and her passion still endures 
as pungent on my tongue 
even today. 

Thus watermelancholy leaks 
from corners of my eyes 
and dribbles down my cheeks 
like juices quenching, 
yet still I'm knocking 
hard sometimes 
upon that thickened skin 
of long past harvests, 
waiting for my grasp. 

Once held I feel it's heft 
and all it's weight 
within my heart 
still longing for 
the ripeness of that moment 
encased by time in 
dappled greens of envy. 

Come sit and share 
a piece or two with me 
plucked from before 
let it curl 
around your face 
and wet your cheeks, 
like commas that will 
bring us to a pause 
as we delight in 
sugared drops of love .....

That bloomed upon 
the vine stems 
long since plucked 
and spit seeds of hope
into some fertile thoughts 
where one day some new patch 
perhaps will grow 
of watermelancholy 
we'll all know. 

It's a lovely summer's 
afternoon that rests 
upon the cusp 
of chill November's 
gray and dampest days 

Take some big bites 
you can savor from this 
scent-a-mental place 
fill your soul 
with sweet nostalgia's 
from long lost loves 
it's fruits embrace.