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.
Tag: nature
regret
it’s a sad resolution
this end of year mess
this nightmare that has no waking relief
this wound that has no dress
i am but a sailor adrift at sea
i am but a boat with no anchor
floating invisibly
what will happen to this heart of mine
when the cold winter blows though
the tattered halls of what once stood strong
there is nothing left for me
there is nothing left to see
sorrow and regret dogging days
with cold remorse
and hate
and tears that fall as cold as frozen rain
oh life! you can be cruel, i know
and i am nothing more than a joke
drifting off the shore
for dead
Harsh words fall like icicles
Landing just near me, close to
My head, and this cold makes
Me wonder why you’ve taken to
Those things you’ve said-
My heart tries to remain open
But your indifference slowly leaves
My softness for dead
Oh light! When will winter’s darkness
Let you warm my lonely soul again?
fly
Weary, i put my head down for
Just a moment
And close my eyes
The light, too far away for me to see,
Lingers just on the edges of my exhaustion
And while my heart’s wings have spread
Into a beautiful gossamer waves,
I fight to keep up with the sounds
Of echoes that follow me..
Grateful for all that flows within,
My eyes close and restively
Wait for the next opportunity to fly
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
Fuzzy visitor
It’s as if music in some far off
Distant place is playing,
And all I can hear are echoes
Ringing and buzzing within my head-
Oh! to hear this music presently
And to feel the deep sound…
My heart jumps in adulation of a
Celebration I am but a fuzzy visitor for
frozen castles
sitting in-between longing undelivered
and fear potently hovering;
my heart falls under the weight
of the water that sinks it so into despair…
turmoil plays with emotions in a cat and mouse
game of hate filled shame-
i could cry into the void that sits beside me,
though no words can puncture the depth
of nothingness that would swallow
my voice without remorse or effort…
lost, lost are windy summer days when
my dearest worry floated upon sun-swept
clouds perfumed with flowers and innocence!
this chill that grips me now, as i sink into
a self-made prison of cold, brings the darkness
alongside; asking me to worship the very
torture that cuts deep into my body
leaving nothing but blackened, frost-bitten
skin, and loneliness
with head in hand, and heart thrown up and left
to rot upon the floor of my soul,
solace is the only friend that can be found within
the quiet of misery of what is now
my frozen castle of anguish and pain
change
The heat is firing but my feet
Just can’t get warm;
It’s a weary heart that doesn’t beat
But once or twice,
Without vigor
Or deceit-
And from the frozen extremities
My focus of what’s lack,
Once flat and sure,
Glides from my mind and lands
Squarely upon the floor.
races
i am floating within a dream;
boxes of memories,
compartmentalized and ordered….
i soar above and recall
all the feelings packed
into those little square spaces-
in, but not of, my soul remains
inexplicably connected to each
sorted row, where space and time
meet, where the interface explodes;
i am but a traveler, meandering
down and upon these dusty roads.
i am a fly that scurries in the autumnal winds
waiting for inevitability; fleeting such,
is the way of life-
this dream and i, creating boxes of time;
and i am not afraid of what’s to come-
for within these folds of order,
any race to be had, has already been won
silenced now
i’ve nothing left to spill from this soul;
i’m but a ghost,comprised of dust,
and what may have flowed from
my heart and fallen from my lips
is silenced now-
emptiness fills the spaces that once
breathed life to words,
and feeling to the thoughts within
my tattered soul…
silence remains like dirt upon a
lonely road, oh! this quiet
that invades me, pervades me,
torturous and true-
when will you leave me in peace
to find my inspiration again?
lost and drifting i am but a traveler
with no home
the SIBYL'S SONG 