There was something different in the air as two hands met in the darkness. One soul, divided, finally made whole after infinite lifetimes of waiting. Only then did the voices on the breeze die down, leaving now choice but for two hearts to beat as one. And only in the realization of a fading star did the truth reveal itself, as memories of many moons drifted into nothingness. And the world ended. In its place, one light, shining eternal, reveaing the way to Paradise.
Poetry
Home
A wave breaks on a distant shore
and all sound stops
forever.
No voice is carried on the breeze.
No one tells me,
“I’ll be home soon.”
Somewhere on the horizon
a bird flies toward the sun.
But it drops lower,
and darkness is all that’s left
to meet its tired wings.
My feet drag through the sand
and time stops
forever,
No waves break in the night,
and my tears tell me
I’ll never be home again.
Different
One day I woke and looked around
but everything was different.
Unfamiliar shapes
loomed in the morning sun.
Had everything around me changed
as I dreamed of someplace better?
Rising slowly from my bed,
I cried
as memories like raindrops fell
through the shadows of my mind.
To my left
an open window
showed me someplace
I thought I knew.
But there was no way through the glass.
Outside a bird flew by,
its wings fluttered
like a heart in pain of death.
I looked away
and a face appeared,
staring through the windowglass
as though I were not even there.
I saw the sun
but all the trees were steeped in darkness,
bent and broken,
as though the weight of summers lost
would never let them find the light again.
I lay down,
crying,
for all was as it ever was,
save for myself,
the only thing different
in a world now strange
forevermore.
Riddle Me This!
All have just enough of me
to live a lifetime through.
Use me as you want and will
but know that this is true –
what you have is what you get,
there never will be more.
Pass me by and I am gone,
I can’t be bought or stored.
What am I?
Waverley
I dreamed of far-off Waverley
where golden tree leaves sway.
I walked along her silver streets
where snow white pebbles lay.
I heard a cold clear river run
across a verdant field.
The gentle sun washed over me,
its sweet caress my shield.
And all around blue butterflies
encircled flowers sweet.
But then my eyes looked to the left
and sunlight did retreat.
Even in my Waverley
the dark was always near.
Then in the dream I turned away
and shed a lonely tear.
I came across a hill of grass
that smelled of summer rain.
And as I wept, a smile broke through
the neverending pain.
Even though the shadows come
no matter where I go,
the crystal sea of Waverley
within my veins does flow.
When I woke and left that place
that lives within my soul,
I cried again for then I knew
I never would be whole.
Not until my dying day
when finally I’ll be
forever in the place that holds my heart –
my Waverley.
Untitled
I ran through a golden field,
the grass beneath my feet
soft as satin,
sunlight on my face,
a warm and gentle breeze
lightly stroking my hair.
I heard a laugh like little bells
and reached out toward the light
that shone from everywhere.
I stopped,
breathless.
Before me was an open door,
a staircase on the other side.
I looked to the sky
and watched a bird fly overhead.
I stepped through
and the door closed behind me.
No grass beneath my feet.
But I walked
up the stairs,
looking for the sky above me
and the bird with restless wings,
but above me all was darkness.
So I walked
up and up.
I looked down only once.
No stairs stretched out behind me.
So I walked up
toward the place
where the sky should have been.
Once Upon A Time and Place
Once upon a time and place
I saw a smiling face.
Arms took me in an embrace
once upon a time and place.
I was young and full of woe.
You didn’t even know –
you were my safe place to go
for I was young and full of woe.
Even as you held me tight
the day turned into night.
Darkness overcame the light
even as you held me tight.
Then your arms let go of me,
but I couldn’t see.
You said that we’re meant to be,
then your arms let go of me.
Once upon a time and place
I wore a smiling face.
Then a love did fall from grace,
once upon a time and place.
Darkness Falls
The rain falls
and a light shines through the mist.
One star
burning bright,
banishing the shadows.
The raindrops tell
of better days –
different days.
Infinite moments,
disappearing into the earth.
The rain falls
and no light shines through the mist.
One way
revealed
into the shadows.
The path disappears beneath my feet.
And darkness falls.
Untitled
Last night I dreamed you held me tight
and whispered in my ear.
I kissed you softly through the night,
in heaven with you near.
At some point as the morning sun
shone on a distant hill
I woke and knew the dream was done
and lonely was I still.
The sweet caress of love remained,
the swelling of my heart,
but bittersweet I lay there pained,
for we were e’er apart.
And then I cried in heartbreak true
for never would I see.
It’s only in the dreams that you
still live in memory.
There is A Place That I Remember Well
There is a place that I remember well
though never have I seen its setting sun,
nor have I walked its streets of gold
or listened to a bird sing up above.
And yet I know its rivers run so clear,
I hear its babbling brooks and rustling leaves.
I feel its winter snow caress my cheek
as softly as the kiss true lovers seek.
My heart beats in the rhythm of the breeze
that gently flutters from a swallow’s wings,
and in my mind a summer has begun.
There is a place that I remember well
though never have I seen its setting sun.
But it is there, each time I close my eyes
and listen as the day is put to rest.
And one day I will find the way, I know
to memory of sweet and endless night.
Onyx City Writing 