Wednesday, May 23, 2012


Oh Night come swiftly and drift me off to sleep With heaven leaden eyes ,I lay wishing to dream Within your dark cover I seek peace Awaiting a restful night "Clear your mind," the Night says "I shall show you marvelous things of that which you will dream" Oh Night, come softly to ease this troubled mind. With your mystical powers take me away. Far away. On adventures and into my lover's arms. Oh Night, fulfill this which you have promised. And take me into the night. The Night wraps me in his darkness so easily and kind. "Come my dear," the Night whispers gently "Rest for your body and soul is what you seek and is that which I provide. For some hours you will be mine. So come my dear and close your eyes". I follow helplessly and willingly to my pursuer. "Come" the Night beckons more urgently. The Night tugs at me eagerly as a child wishing to play. "Yes. I will come" I answer. I am eager also to see what is in store for this night. My eyes close ever so slowly while my mind wonders through a dark place. I surrender all consciousness to the Night, awaiting the peace to flow. "That's it. Come to me, my dear" I hear the Night say As I drift to sleep in the comfort of my sheets.


The morning whispers ever so softly in my ear "wake up" My eyelids flutter as I come to life The light, filters through the curtains landing on the sheets next to me What does this morning have for me? To wake me from my short slumber "Time to get up" I hear it coax Calling me from the warmth of my bed I resist, but the morning knows well of me It then gently wraps me within its grasp Pulling me away from my peaceful dreams and rest "Arise. For today is a new day. A new light shall shine" The morning sooths appealing to my better nature Oh how I love the thought of a new day, a new start My eyes are wide open A smile stretches across my face "There. Much better. There is much to be done today, beloved." "Yes" I reply to the morning, "There are many things to do today" Without any more convincing I climb down from my bed Yes. The morning was right. Today will be a new day. A new start.

The Disposition of the Alluring Lights

The alluring lights hung so beautifully in the sky But once captured all too soon fade The smile on your face from their wonderment Is replaced with a frown of disappointment Their mysteries revel themselves Though beautiful they are filled with selfishness Deceit is their game at which they play Lying is their forte Their charm is consumed within their conceitedness Their black hearts tell of their nature Their true intent is to display disillusionment which you will buy To please and content them is what you are fooled to do Stupid of you but yet you are too blind to see They slander that which is good Malice and chaos is that which they seek They feign being kind and friendly But too soon you discover their character is deadly How so may a creature torment you? The answer is simple you see You are only sought as a pawn A mere piece to add to their collection An object of little value Lowly is all they see you as For they have no feelings of remorse or regret For they have no heart for such things it is a waste for them They only feign and they only pretend They will use you and leave you in the end

The Forest

The Forest, with hard woods Maple, Pine and Oaks. Trees as old as Time itself. Many of them watching our time pass With no more than a flicker of their own. What age and wisdom they hold for us. Oh what stories they could tell. Their serene and calm nature. I am lost in their peacefulness The earthly smell surrounds me. The dampened black soil and moist leaves. The air is warm and soothing just after the rain. The leaves left from the previous fall are beneath my feet. Debris from others whose time had come and gone To return to the rich soil in which they used to thrive. It is early morning. The dew is settling on every exposed surface. The moisture touches my lips as I breath in and out. The sun fights through the endless number of leaves. Nonetheless some rays manage to slip in the cracks. A few of the rays fall onto my skin. The rest play on the ground of the forest to which I have traveled. The sun allows enough light for me to see through the forest's darkness. I descry the surrounding trees. I am lost to their beauty and elegance. All of them different. From their roots to their new sprouts of leaves. The river birch is the closest to me. I place my hand on the smooth bark. It was always beautiful to me with it's unusual white color. There is a groan as it's branches sway. Almost as if it welcomed my company. What a wondrous place. I continue my journey through the forest, leaving my companion behind. Not a sound in this forest. Even my footsteps fall silent. If I listen carefully, I can almost hear them talk. Answering unspoken questions. I take it all in. The sights, the smells, the lack of sound, the leaves and sticks laying in the path. I come to the clearing. Blinded from the sudden burst of light. The wind hits my face. This new place so alien from where I once was. I gander behind. And place my hand on a familiar Oak. "Goodbye" I say, sad to leave this place of peace. My head up looking toward the sunrise. I take the first step into the grassy plain. Ever so softly I hear them whisper "Goodbye".

The Ledge

The decisions I make are not my own. 'Take a left, it's only a stone's throw' The path which leads to the ledge. The ledge of unknown, of wonder, of great mystery. My known years could not prepare me for this. My path is filled with wondering in the lost, turns of misleading. But your hand softly clutches mine. Through the dreary fog I see your face. "You'll always have my hand to hold" you gently say. A pair are we now as we make it by somehow. Stitched together are we for our lives and by our tragedy. Nonetheless here we stand on the ledge. Dark clouds above and heavy is the air that's across the ledge. Stare as we will hard as we might there is no seeing of what lies beyond the ledge. Apart, great is our courage as the cowardly lion. But our trust in each other is what holds us together. Our bond is strong which it needs be to conquer the great mystery. There is no turning back and no regrets. Memories and milestones will be all that's left when we cross the ledge. Now. All that's left to do is step.


If... If words were true and pictures lies, would we see the world in a different light? If people said what they meant, meant what they said, would we trust again? If promises were kept and not left in the air as empty space, would we bond again? If we loved forever and always as we wished, would we heal the hurt inside our hearts? If we wished upon a star, shining brightly in the sky, would we believe again? If a miracle came passing by, would we recognize it's disguise or walk on by? If we had the chance to do again what was done, would we make it better? If we changed our lives, would people see how different it could be? If we found true happiness, would we leave our materials to pursue true joy?