Ritual Comfort

Struggling to breathe,
sitting in uncomfortable sanctity.
Burning incense singes my mind.
Take me away on wings of black alabaster,
knees bent in worship of a different kind.
Within a temple of comfortable ritual dreams.

Closed

The slow trickle.
The terrifying burn.
The ebb and flow of lives lived,
lives lost,
lives yet to be.
For a brief time
I've closed my eyes,
my heart,
my mind.
The pain is too sharp
to be open right now.

Searching

ebony and alabaster
flare of smoke, stench of oily flame
the candle flickers, dance of light
divine inspiration
lost in the blink of an eye
through fields of mirth
and back again
seeking muses amidst the pain

Reaper

rustle of feathers as
night's air rushes past
raven's call beckons

In Memory, Henry Young (1929-2008)

Life, racing past.
Moments in time,
lived, brushed over.
Time is elusive
running away with
fleeting memories
day by day.
The hours turn into months,
months to years.
Time slows to a crawl,
suddenly interrupted.
Life ticks to a standstill.
The peace that eluded
his restless spirit
here on earth,
in this life,
granted in abundance.
Eternal peaceful rest.
He was loved.
He will be missed.
He lives on in all of us,
fleeting memories,
day by day.
Eternal peaceful rest.

Fallen Angel

fallen angel,
having tumbled out of the heavens
snowy white, downy feathered wings
tattered and torn, shredded,
singed by the hellfires
that cushioned your fall
speak to me oh muse of my dreams
'tis not me who chose you
but fate eternal that drew us
unsuspecting, unwilling souls together
we are moths drawn too near a flame
heat that sustains
heat that burns
our goal remains the same oh phoenix
that your wings will sprout anew
and that you will fly from the ashes
a new beginning to a circuitous life

Dawn

Gauzy floating mist,
shifting, shimmering.
She floats,
she hovers, she glides,
flitting in and out of hazy focus.
Hurry!
Catch her, find her!
The sun rises soon,
the mists burn off,
and she will be gone
faded into nothingness.
For 'tis in the early morning
near-darkness, near-lightness
that she exists,
that she survives.

Reluctance

you are the embodiment
of arrogance
cold, unfeeling, darkness

i challenge you
in my subtle way
scream at you
in the recesses of my mind

you hide in darkness
you slither back to your comfort
fiery dankness

though i've not won and won't
whilst you hold the puppet strings
sorcerer, you still remain
my inspiration, my muse

somehow captured a piece of me
and your spell won't let go
tied, entwined, can't let go, forever

i read of the past and i weep
whilst i dream romanticized visions
of what might have been
and mayhap never shall be

but no matter my soul's cost
no matter my heart's time
always i return in my mind

to forget would be divine and terrible
moving on a blessing, yet a sin
and still, across all the sands of time
you merely have but to call

'tis as if some sorcery has bound me
fettered and chained still at that altar
straining against invisible bonds

your call trumpets across time and space
i hear it whether you intend or no
our souls are welded somehow
not something i want, but something i know

Regret, pure and simple

fragile heart
like rice paper
easily torn
tears falling
keep them away
sweet regret
beautiful sadness
poignant tears
unrequited love
missed connection
time, time, time
passes cruelly
life continues
regret remains

The Spark

Fireflies
exploding in my brain.
Flashes of creativity,
flashes of light.
Clarity.
Foggy on a rainy day,
stuck in the mist,
moving forwards
without moving.

split focus
shifting consciousness
dualities

Dreamy Destiny

I am the ice queen,
standing stiffly motionless
in a garden of winter roses.
Their subtle scent a sweet perfume
tickling the senses
as I breathe crystal and snow.