awoken is this tired heart,
by morning’s light and song-
choraliers of hope upon
branches singing
of love’s sweet golden dawn…
oh songbirds of my heart,
keep ringing,
until this old soul sings along!
as sunshine flows,
my heart is brimming,
with memories of melodies,
lost to time and gone…
Tag: dreaming
souls and dust
can you still hear my
whispering through the folds of time
that separate souls
and dust?
this lingering memory
that calls my heart to you-
how it wanders through empty halls
silently calling your name…
and though I am but a speck
amidst eternity
perhaps you can feel me too-
and smile that one day we will
find ourselves joined
within that blue spiral of light
once again
swim away
incomplete and flush with pain
the darkness in which
my feet toil and hands toil
creates waves of confusion
crashing inside a mind that
will not submit
and though i try to focus
this ball of energy, this life force,
that creates what I see and
what I know
i’m lost to the flame of insecurity
and unknown
there’s no quiet within my soul
with which to see the puzzle pieces
that comprise me
so falling beneath these moon swept
breakers of emotion
i suffer still, at the hands of a heart
too afraid to swim away
graveyard of memory
unopened doorways
harboring darkness and fear
outstretch whispers
calling to me-
it’s a graveyard of memory
that lingers within the deepest
corners of my hidden thought
binding me with secrets
untold and wistfully forgotten…
though the night weighs heavily
upon my soul
i hate more than i accept
and will not open that threshold
for fear of falling into the darkness
i lock inside there-
there’s no hope for letting go
and no resolve when i cannot
even acknowledge the lies
that so linger quietly within my heart…
this void
this broken receiver
dangling upon the edges of my heart
delivers a cold silence
to my longing soul-
connection’s gone dead
leaving only emptiness…
and though awakened my eyes
might see, they are blinded
by the nothing that lingers
upon this quiet line of
surviving
oh how i wish for electricity
to awaken my heart
with a bolt of divine energy
for the nothing that dwells now
within my own darkness
is a void that imprisons all passion
and desire
the lost interface
lost inside a bermuda triangle
of emotion-
unable to make out where
my heart has hidden…
unsure of where my feet
are stepping…
still though, i keep looking
above the clouds- perchance
to catch a view from where
i’ve come-
possibly to see how
i might return home…
misty confusion lines my eyes
with a sweet haze
captivating me with tales of great
love and endurance
oh to have wings to fly from this
prison of my own making
and into the vast blue of
destiny
i would climb upon the shoulders of
my fate and swell into the lost
interface of my heart
and head
truth within
these pieces of my heart fall
onto a puzzle board-
sorted by color and shape;
so as to be fit together
as my will allows…
digested upon visions
growing larger and more distinct
fill out my mind’s eye-
perhaps providing clarity
to pictures and sound…
lo that i am a somewhat tortured
soul
i would place these thoughts of myself
upon an altar of understanding
and allow what lingers as divine
within me to change what i know
to be
into what i see as truth within
eagles glide
standing upon this jagged
cliff
watching eagle wings glide
and water crash on rocks below me-
such that my entire body,
longing to fly,
ponders jumping from the very
edge at which I stand
and releasing my soul
back to the expanse of quiet
from which I became…
for the path where my feet
now find themselves
is sorrowful and full of pain-
i am lost to the clouds that
hover within my heart
and the wind that won’t silence
my mind
oh to be free from the shackles of
such life that binds me so
breaking glass
breaking glass
falls upon the steps at which I stand-
cowardly afraid to pick it up;
callously worried about myself
and how those shards might hurt me-
with no regard to the bloodshed
created for those who walk alongside…
and though I would die before
i hurt one i love
i am torn by the need for my own peace
and resolving who i am….
what is the point of loving when
the pain caused by my very being
resonates so strongly around me?
lost petals
the petals of your heart
that i held in my hand
have fallen to the floor
and this breast of mine
is shaking
as the wind whisks them
away from me….
desolation remains as I decide
how to tell you i’ve lost
such precious pieces
of your soul
to the careless wind…
and my careless hand…
sorry isn’t a good enough
explanation
though i know you’ll try to
understand…
how can you put back together lost
pieces of love
that floated into that dark
eternity?
the SIBYL'S SONG 