Running
Rushing Rivers,
Leave me on the shore,
With the sand folding away,
Beneath my soles.
Day in, Please, Stay out.
Another simple day,
Distressing in a way.
It’s as boring as they say,
A life that is okay.
Months drifting away
Hours churning like the bay,
Dullness is my pay,
Rescue me from day
After day
After day
After day.
It’s monotonous.
It’s monstrous.
As Summer Ends.
These are the days I live for,
A story that whispers of rain,
Tranquility writ with the rustle of leaves.
A mind that sings vividly,
Of dreams that have yet to be dreamt,
Spurred by knowledge that life steals by like thieves.
A sweet feeling of freedom,
That drifts through the evening clouds,
Begging us to stand with eyes closed and receive.
You speak..
As sweet as,
The purest honey to my tongue.
As still as,
A glass topped pond, untouched.
As gentle as,
A mother with her newborn child.
As patient as,
A father’s kind instruction.
You speak to me.
Winter Awaits
Suffocating under,
The damp decay
Of fallen leaves.
Winter is lurking,
And the foliage;
Evacuating.
Doors
There is something here,
There is something beyond.
Rusted brass adorns the lock,
The key is frail with time.
There was one moment,
There was one cry,
That made you wish to stay.
There is something here,
There is something beyond.
Will you steel your heart?
Will you bind your movement?
Only to stay here because
Of a passing whispering wind.
A tongue that slipped slightly.
There is something here,
There is something beyond.
Throw open the lock,
Break down the blockade,
Let stale air creep into
Your lungs and chest,
Give new life to the gambler.
There is someone here,
There is someone beyond.
Blood and Iron
I want to learn
To live a’wing,
Higher every turn,
Capturing even dreams.
Far away,
And unaware,
Of earthly play,
And human care.
To be the kin
Of men with fire
Liquid, in their skin;
And bones made of iron.
Unwanted Treasures
A strong wooden box,
Plated in gold adornments,
Sealed tight with lock and key.
It would make the whole world curious,
The entire world envious.
A gilded house,
That must hold a gilded treasure.
Wise men would tell you,
“This is beyond the price of gold.”
Women of understanding would beseech you,
“This is the only thing worth seeking.”
On the day the lock is broken,
In the hour understanding floods forth,
Disappointing few will rejoice,
So many turn away,
For only those of old beliefs,
Hold the Truth a treasure these days.
Sheep
Would you still sing the song,
As you go down into the pit,
Of the king who condemned you?
The User
A soliciting smile,
An amiable laugh,
Immeasurable cheer.
A haimish act,
A honeyed tongue,
Slow spilling,
Sickly sweet.
Perched
Above it all,
Next to the sky,
Miles around to see,
To live against the wind,
To fill the air with songs.
Teach me to soar,
Teach me to sing,
To leave it all behind;
To see from above,
To live with abandon,
To soar, to sing, and
In my heart, take wing.
Rolling
Every brisk morning,
Every endless night,
Turns perpetually along,
The stark, blank, white, frozen face.
Still Images
Silent for ages,
For you have no ears that hear.
Devoid of cares,
You’ve had no plea for centuries.
Eyes closed, and shut out
Still you stand;
Under the summer gazebo
Of drying flowers and dying vines.
Their sweet scent and cool shade,
Long since vanished.
Winter is come,
And the world has been calling your name,
Your feet are deep roots,
Reaching into graves,
Your legs, rusted locks,
The key lost and forgotten.
Your moss covered lips,
Brittle, breaking fingers,
Stand, swordless sentry;
Guard, bowless huntsman;
Be vigilant over your keep.
Watch for the eyeless,
Weep for the tearless,
Defend the children in the earth.
Tonight
I pray for dreamless sleep,
Soft, silent, and deep.
The kind with no monsters to meet.
Someone who…
Will never come to understand,
Each part of her soul.
Will never learn to make peace,
With all of her wars.
Will never close her eyes,
When there is a world to see.
Will always be stronger,
Than you ever dreamed.
Will always make it through,
When all the lights have faded.
Will always love you true,
Even when all else has forsaken.
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