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
Tag: wisdom
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
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
Anger
Anger is knocking at my door
Asking to be let in
Her hands are full of pity,
A twisted elixir that
Turns everything into haze
And blame…
Yet I know sorrow’s dampening
Clouds are not far off
If I drink anger’s potion of
Forgetfulness
And my heart cannot take more rain
There’s nothing left inside
But darkness and pain
And anger is but a mask I would use
To hide from myself, damaging
This poor trodden spirit yet more,
Until there’s nothing left for me
To protect or endure
dawn’s suffering
the dark night troubles dawn
as she labors to bring
the sun to life;
even as song birds herald
her pains each morning
the weight of her task
tolls heavily upon her heart…
depressed and lying upon
the altar of her own suffering,
dawn’s soul lingers exhaustedly
waiting for the light to return
and the day to start…
how I feel for her each morn
as i too, battle the darkness
and emerge with sun’s sweet light
to another day and another fight
the SIBYL'S SONG 