Dreamer in the Dark (Part 1)

Eternal

Ethereal, mysterious

swimming in an ocean of Black

Voices quietly whisper

"This time you're not coming back"

Embrace the darkness of the mind

death of consciousness of time

(Now I see I'm blind)

The image of dreams

tranquil it seems

Lost in the bruise of the night

Ambitions revealed

fears unconcealed

Exposed in the timeless explosion of light

Swimming closer to who I am

in this world of darkness and light

Man of Sorrows, child of love

restore to me my sight

Skin

I don't often like the skin I'm in

the skin that's ugly and so thin

The wounds I wear with foolish pride

the me that hides the me inside

Inside there is a better me

the me that I was made to be

The me who waits with patient grace

with quiet smile in secret place

He's buried deep that better me

but one bright day I will be

Free

Evelyn

We trip the light fantastic on a Sunday afternoon

My boyfriend's suit's electric and it lights up the whole room

We dance with different partners but his eye is on the girl

Who sings a happy little tune about the end of the world

So we dance to the left and we dance to the right

And the music never stops till the dying of the light

Ramble Jack

Ramble Jack went walking

down long and dusty trails

Ramble Jack went striding

in green and misty vales

Ramble Jacks's a wanderer

He's a friend to every man

Ramble Jack please come home

to where it all began.

Life as a One Note Chord or The Divine Misapprehension of Soliloquy Part 6

Beginning

early

morning

light

heat

shadows

nightfall

ashes

dust

The End

Threads

The robin dances in the yard and I watch it from my seat by the bay window

where I spend my days weaving my shroud

snipping the threads of an ever shortening span

If I die in summer bury me in a sun dappled field

And if I die in autumn let me rest under the branches

of the gnarled oak tree

If it is in winter let the north wind carry my soul away

And if it is in springtime let the fragrance of the lilies

usher me into everlasting day

Down Season Redux

The slate gray skies are cold and hard this morning

Sullen clouds go scudding 'cross the bleak tableau

Obscuring my view of you

The weeping rain echoes my sentiments

And I take another sip of this poison I alone have brewed

I drink this down season to its dregs

And stare into the corpse-cold distance

I lie in the sodden grass lie an abandoned mausoleum

And bleat my fear and sorrow

Where are you? Where are you? I call

Won't you wrap your arms around me?

Or have I crucified them

Again?