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: soulconnections
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
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
coldness
this space that lives behind
the blue of your eyes
pauses this beating heart….
for within the folds
of silence lies darkness
that will not break
or bend…
coldness runs deep
within the quiet between us
as chills prick my skin
and cool my soul’s core
and I wonder when the sun might
shine again
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?
starlight dimming
expressionless longing
trapped within this molded heart
lies silently gazing across the stars
at what might have been
had you stayed…
had i remained….
and yet the blue night in which
this shining might brighten day
is but a mirage of time
for we are already dimming
thousands of years old-my love-
will still stay true…
even when i’m no longer me
and you cease to be you
unknown fear
the uncertainty with which
my feet step
line this path
with beating breast
and reflux…
alone with thoughts of what
may come
i hope for release from
this bellowing fear-
unknown possibilities
reflect back to me as I linger
at home waiting
for future’s tomorrow to take me
an empty plate
staring at an empty plate
not sure what to do with it-
the longer i look at the clean
appearance
the more i want to drown it
in food
and forks
and I long to taste what might
cover the soft flowers
and devour that which lines
the center
and oh, perhaps you too
might undress yourself so quietly
so i might cover your outer corners
with sustenance and longing
you are my appetite
fueled and filled and quieted
by sweet resolve
the SIBYL'S SONG 