this longing is a fire in my
chest; beating, flowing, fiery
heat that will not cool
oh, why do you play me so?
my music… but bits of your soul…
as your fingers silently tune my
strings until my voice is a low moan
asking for more
you are my savior and my warden
and this heart is burning
and down low, within these loins,
the strings of love tenderly vibrate
as eternal echos of your touch
replace reality with
slow deliberate movements
sounding through time and space…
how i feel you now, upon my heart
wickedly licking the wounds your absence
left there long ago
Tag: truth
Foothills of eternity
Oh, fragile heart
Yearning
Stretching towards
A completion
An annihilation
Of self into that which
Provides for more..
And though the darkness
Yet dwells within the corners
Of memories rooted
And left forgotten
To rotten and
Twist into folds of time,
The light of truth is a sword
That cuts down and out
All that no longer serves..
So grasping at the edge
Of a metal cliff
This heart reaches to
Combine the disparities
Into a bridge
That may grow wildflowers
Across the foothills of
Eternity
Train Whistles
The lack in me is but a distant
Echo of train whistles
Always promising to arrive
At my empty station to let
Off the passengers that might fill
My soul with something more
Than nothing
And yet my twisted fingers
That hold these wasted tickets
To nowhere grip my heart with
Longing for that which
Only lies singing in the distance
For nothing stops at a dead station
But more nothing
Silent desire
The slow run of summer has almost
Reached a finish
The heat is but a last stand
For impending cool…
Birds have abandoned nests
For a lack of need,
As squirrels scurry to find acorns
To chew….
And my heart; once a fiery ball
Of remembered pain
Is now changed by forgiveness
Into a colder harder better protected
Me
Will you still follow after a cooler flame?
Or leave this game of chance to a
Higher power?
My heart may be blue, but my head
Is aflame with silent desire
another dream
You came to me in dream
To tell me how sorry you were
For that thing that you did-
And you tried to hold me
And tell me you loved me
In spite of it all
You felt ashamed and wanted
Forgiveness
But I kept turning away
Unable to let go
Drawn back to you; as you said
You loved me so
I was confused until I awoke
And thought that maybe you had
And your riddled mind thought
You were showing it
love of play
She was but a wise old fool
Housed inside a pocket of youth…
Already knowing what was going to happen,
Because she’d been there before
And knew the game-
And though the outcome would mean
Certainty-
She went along the adventure anyway
For the love of play
A dream
The race against what
Followed me was strong-
I was running through time
To avoid being captured;
Into bedrooms of folks I didn’t
know, and cars I stole that
Weren’t mine
I was running to avoid a darkness
That followed my soul
And demons that tracked me
Through hell’s gates,
And emotion’s swell-
And then I awoke…
and realized that which looked
To find my soul- was already inside
This heart of mine- and I was running
From myself
endure
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
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
the SIBYL'S SONG 