The turning of the ceiling fan
Clicks and stutters
In the heat of late summer
As the echoes of crickets
Welcome dawn
And the dogs lay panting
Upon the dusty porch morning
Where kittens cling to windowsill sun
It’s another day that’s arisen
Another day yet unwritten,
But another day, is just another one…
The heat of late summer and the
Ceiling fan singing and the sameness
Of the morning sun
How this heart longs to be happy
With the songs already being sung
But for this voice that tells it
That there’s more
Oh how I wish it would be done!
This longing is heavy and the pain
Is distracting
And the race to finish line- well I think
It’s already won
So let this hot summer morning
Welcome the crickets and the kittens
And leave peace behind
As my eyes look towards the heavens
To try to find answers within me
So this heart can endure
Tag: inspiration
crossing souls
dawn breaks and the moon slowly fades away…
and stars that once shined within my dark night
are blended now into the light of day…
though in my memory
i know your golden light yet remains-
fate’s sweet destiny of crossing souls
upon life’s journey into eternity
Falling tears
Oh broken heart, you
Try so to keep this
Life force flowing
Though with each cursed
Beat you lose more
Of the love you’ve stored
And while you suffer
At the hands of a ticking clock
This mind, abandoned
To the refuse of longing,
Floats upon rain clouds
Of suffering
Until all that’s left
Of this soul
Will be falling tears
red dawn
the red dawn spreads
her fingers through the
sky with painful intention…
all that was, is lost
now to the fire that
lingers in her burning heart-
and while morning may
seem like fresh starts,
to dawn, the day is yet
made with the pain of
desires, un-flourished,
and silenced
only evidenced by the streaks
of red and yellow and pink that
paint her sky so solemnly
flying
hoping, wishing, waiting
for something new to catch
my fall into the nothingness
that has hold upon my heart…
i linger now
edging further and further
beyond boundaries of black
and white
determined to find a way out
of this monochromatic life
and into a world of color-
butterflies and wildflowers
are in my mind’s eye
weaving tapestries of what can be
should I find release…
my soul longs for wings upon which
to fly
and falcon’s sight to lead this
heart from despair’s darkness
into light
falling now, i grip the edge of my
mind,
and with faith spread my heart
into the arms of eternity
This hole
It visits me when I am
Quiet
This hole, that won’t be filled,
This longing, that has no relief,
Silently it waits for me
To find it
To remember that it’s there,
That I’m still empty
And while it screams into the darkness
Of my soul,
Without words, without sound,
Set on domination of thought
And purpose
I linger now, yet, within it
Trying to understand still
how to fill it with love
Uninspired
So uninspired
What was once boiling
Is now a slow simmer,
Flame turned down low;
And thought caught somewhere
Inside ether
Is inaccessible to me…
This fire that once flowed
Is but a soft remembrance
Within memory
How it all once just overflowed!
What would this heart give
For such inspiration again
Menacing
Walls of barbed wire
Line the boundaries of
This prison
Prickly to touch and
Somewhat dangerous
This steel cage keeps thoughts
Inside while the world turns
On the other
And while there is safety in
Keeping the outside world at bay
The lack of freedom that comes
From these protective measures
Is that much more
Menacing
Humidity
Breaking day lies heavily
Upon dawn’s breast
Full from unreleased longing,
Heat fueled steam dances
Upon her poor head
In waves of thick pain…
Longing forgetfulness,
Abandoned by the cool moon,
Her passion enflames from within
As clouds lay lowly
Ready to release her torrent
Of tears from the sky
desire
desire warms as it grows up
through the body, climbing
as a vine, flowering as it
goes through the deep deep
darkness that lies at the depth
of soul
tingling skin, inside out, dances
as a willow in the wind
and the divine light
that lingers just at the head of the body
explodes as light merges with energy
and thousands of flowers
bloom in unison
within every cell of the soul
the SIBYL'S SONG 