The ice is breaking and all
That lay trapped within this
Cold heart is flowing free again
This freeze! Leaving the breadth
Of my extremities black and broken
Falls now upon the weight of a warm
And glowing fire
So long has my mind wandered
So long has this voice lingered silently
No more will the cold destroy
And deny the fate that’s rightfully
Sown for me
Linger not upon the snow covered plateaus
The sun is out and the balance of rainbows
Is glittering
Tag: elements
new year
As winter’s night approaches
And darkest days fill this hearth
With cold distant truth-
Hope is yet uplifted
With the newborn sun,
Devouring mother’s milk,
Growing strong with remembrances
Of spring’s sweet flowers…
Lo, my heart may sink to the deepest
Depths of hell, and darkness may adorn
My doorstep, filled with shadow and grief,
I will not falter now for the light will return
Upon the wings of sweet songbirds
heralding in a new year.
Wings of love
Standing again at the edge,
Peering into an abyss that echoes
Hundreds of lifetimes
Of songs and faith and fear…
And now that my toes curl upon the
Rough edge of a destiny that must
Include a leap of faith
I falter not
For all that’s been, remains true
And all that is yet to come,
Is mine, save my heart remain,
And my nerves still,
And these wings I’ve built upon the
Sweat of my pain
Open in a steady beat of unconditional
Love
demon
The air thickens inside
Just behind the door
It’s been closed for years now
A demon lives behind it
She has my face
And certainly my smile
But she’s bleeding
And she won’t show it
And she sits quietly
Plotting revenge
And muttering to herself
Sometimes when I try to sleep
She scratches at my memory
Reminding me that she’s still there
Behind that door
Breathing that thick air
Waiting for me to release her
Upon my heart
who
longing for completion
and redemption,
floating upon waves of uncertainty
and false pride,
this hollow heart of mine
is singing to the illusion
that lingers within me, hoping
that one day clarity might find
shelter within these walls…
so lost am I!
so lost to the changing tides,
and time that doesn’t stop ticking,
and seasons that blossom and grow
only to fade away and die…
what is left but dust and ash?
who will trace my name upon those
heavenly pages within the sky?
space
i know not which way these feet
march as they walk towards some
infinite destiny;
i just know that while i walk,
my nose is slow to swallow
the smell of roses-
and my fingers to grip the hand
that holds mine-
and my eyes to see the beauty of
the sky….
within my heart lingers a slowness that
longs to be embraced;
within these folds of turning time
my mind finds space for silence.
metallic rain
cold, hard, metallic rain hasn’t stopped
falling in days-
so obviously different from the sounds
of summer’s thunder, warm and soft
to touch, full of breath and life;
now this piercing rain, uncompassionately
lands heavily upon this heart of mine,
each drop a reminder of distant pain,
hidden from sight, blackening the very
heart in which it clings…
hateful falling rain, tearing at the wounds
of time, mocking the very fabric
from which it stings-
there is no shelter from these sounds
of the past, echoed now within
the prickling drops pouring down
outside upon my windowsill
sanity
lost… lost… this mind
is lost to the echoes
calling me backwards,
dragging me to some
inane spot of time
that lingers in the backdrop
of painful memory …
unwilling to be released
and fighting against the hands
of time that slowly click
away the moments of morality,
this heart suffers at the sword
of thought that refuses to let go,
and will not give in …
this unending tug of time,
that cannot release the soul
from suffering,
weighs with each tick
a little heavier
upon the chest of my sanity
crickets
morning sun remains hidden
as sheets of growing darkness
cover the dawn with gliding
fervor; crickets relay songs
of summer as they drift slowly
into winter’s sleep;
and how this heart of mine
beats quickly, remembering
the change in time, and how the light
slowly drifted from before my eyes-
as what was left of my innocence
was stolen by the marching of
soundless ignorance…
what was i before this breaking
that took my mind?
crickets still fight against the impending
darkness that will cause their demise
and I wonder, why couldn’t i?
nature’s serenade
the cold rain taps upon my roof
with a pitter patter; dancing
among the cold, sunburnt trees
as leaves slowly file their way
down from sky to ground
in a symphony of colors
orange, yellow, red… soon branches
will sustain no more
and bare winter’s cold fingers
will grip upon the distance
with blue, white and silver…
yet, for now, listening to the
boisterous rapping of rain,
pondering change, i sit with a kitten
warming herself in the folds of
my lap and smile at the
constancy of nature’s serenade
the SIBYL'S SONG 