He is the widow
of her feelings,
their relationship
is not unlike
Schrödinger’s cat,
no one knows
the status of
its viability.

Despite all this
he keeps looking back
into the underworld
thereby losing everything.

©PLH

There’s a hunger still unsatisfied
throughout the course of my life,
although I am somewhat petrified
it won’t be here until the afterlife,
which I don’t believe in anyway.

It is walking the causeway
between everyday life
and the quintessence of nature,
a continuing strife
to master the nomenclature.

Maybe the soft force of love
will teach me, sort of.

©PLH

Growing up
under the shadow
of the church,
the only light
I gained was
seeping through
the glittering hue
that emanated
from your presence.

©PLH

When I moved in you
the Holy Ghost took
possession of us,
we spoke in tongues
no angel ever heard.

And the kernel of my soul
floated upon the face
of the passionate waters.

And I called your body Light,
and I called the outside world
Darkness.

©PLH

In my hand
the shattered
remains of
a mountain.

Now it is
living
rent-free
in my head.

When we scaled
the heights above,
the wind blew
our minds away.

Taking away
this fragment
will keep the
memory alive.

©PLH

What seems like twilight
could be a sunrise
it all depends on
your point of view.

©PLH

A coin without its markings
is just a piece of metal
and a life without love
is like a human lacking its soul
or whatever you want to call
the essence of nature.

©PLH

It is unbelievable what you take
for the truth in your youth.
The most bizarre and contrary dogmas
creep past your critical thought processes.

Only predestination I rejected,
the thought that everything was
foreordained even before your birth,
appeared to me the most nihilistic opinion.
And they even expected you to do good,
just in case.

So I decided,
to just believe in you.

©PLH

Glowing in the night
the castle looms above,
seemingly unreachable light
falls like a wounded mourning dove.

We stay quietly below
in the gathering dark,
listening to the flow
of water in the park.

©PLH

The first sense
we develop
is touch.

How to
make sense
of touching
you.

©PLH