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.
Friday, June 20, 2008
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.
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
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
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.
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.
Friday, June 13, 2008
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
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.
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.
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