This window fan, in the darkness,
sings a sweet melody
of white noise to me tonight….
As cars fly by outside,
splashing the new fallen puddles of rain
collected from the storm that just passed,
I think of how cleansing the lightening was
to the heavy, dull air…
Wondering now, perhaps, when my own
storm might come to free me from the heaviness of my own heart.
Tag: dreaming
covets
I have a darkness
that runs deep within me
buried like a well
to feed the pain inside;
The deepness runs through
space and time
securing my fears back
beyond this life…
And I linger here now
trying to make sense of this darkness
that covets me so
sea of love
I tipped my boat
In the sea of love
So I could take a swim
It was colder than I anticipated
And the waves of longing
That had built up within
Were darkened by emotions
That I had not thought given
So I lay upon the drifting waves
Letting memories in
Hoping that in my silence
The sun would shine again
will you?
Do you love me enough
to wait for my broken mind
to mend?
Do you love me enough
to decide to start over,
try again?
Do you feel for me like you used to
even when the storms
rage within?
Will you choose to love me
Until the end?
a lucid dream
I was pushing a carriage
down the road
The bright yellow sun
bounced off black pavement
Such that a silver film glowed
almost that the ether was breathing vibrancy
And me I was in control
my heart and mind together
a continuous flow
Like a brighter reality
I ran with one hand
Pushing this carriage down the road
to touch the stars
It’s still dark yet- not quite dawn
And I can hear the song birds
Getting ready for the sun
And I know that you, well, you’re gone
It’s okay…
you weren’t really all that real anyway
More of a tune I made up in my head
A longing that you filled
Inside my heart- a sweet desperation
To touch the stars
holes
You ask for my decision
Will I give you what you need?
I hesitate blindly
Knowing that I am too broken
To fill your heart with light
How can I catch rainbows
When my net is full of holes?
time
The beating of your heart
Is a clock I can keep time by
Steady and confident
I lay my head down
To listen to the rhythmic
Tock of your constancy
And lose my thoughts
To the wash of time
strange and ponderous
Sitting in my car, sunroof open,
staring at the clouds
as I listen to cars hustle by-
And I think of fresh linen
What a juxtaposition
Clean skies, and dirty sounds
Thinking of my life, such
wondrous similarities….
healthy living masking
dirty emotions
that lie just underneath
a clean facade
….Strange and ponderous
the SIBYL'S SONG 