Serenity
Have I ever told you about my dream?
It starts how dreams always start, or at least how mine always do (I’m not sure about yours), but it starts with me standing alone in a park. You may find such a start to a dream strange (in truth, most of my dreams are strange), but I’m not standing long. Before I know it, I’m walking along a cobblestone path while spinning a crooked old cane.
You see, I’m searching for something… no, I’m searching for someone – it always alternates between the two, you know, and I can never quite place it! But I’m walking along the winding old path, tapping my crooked old cane on the ground, searching for signs of the mysterious being. And as I am searching, I can’t help but admire the beautiful park. Pausing a moment, I take a deep breath of the cool evening air as the sound of the gentle breeze tickles my ears, and then I find myself staring up at the stars peeking bashfully through the treetops.
It really was quite serene…
Suddenly it catches my eye!
Lost in a Mem’ry
Her eyelids grow heavy
as she fights off the sleep
that is weighing her down,
compelled by the need
to stay there,
awake,
within the realm of
reality,
sanity,
truth – the dream,
it whispers deception,
sweet lies in her ear,
pulling her further
into the dark,
asleep.
Awake.
Reliving a mem’ry
that isn’t quite hers,
stumbling through hist’ry
that’s halfway obscured
by the frost of the night -
it fogs up her sight -
her heart is so
cold and
alone.
Trapped.
Locked in a time
neither here nor there,
the darkness,
it follows her steps,
a waltz -
one-two-three
one-two-three
one-two-three
Stop.
The echo of music
pervades the vast halls,
a chorus of sorrow;
she cries out in pain.
She needs to wake up,
she needs to wake up,
the dream isn’t real,
she needs to wake up.
But up isn’t up
and down’s turned around.
Tears splash in drops,
she needs to be found.
She’s lost in a mem’ry
that isn’t quite hers,
until she falls
softly
awake.
The Girl and the Sea
“Don’t you trust me?”
The moment when I first heard these words, the anxiety in my gut twisted into knots and my throat became dry. The question was innocent enough, and it simply required a simple answer, but simple is simply subjective.
Her blue eyes shimmered in the starlight, watching me with slight amusement as I wrung my hands, trying to knead out my thoughts like dough. I don’t think she realized it, but her loving smile only distracted me further… no, now that I think about it, she probably knew it would.
She was always trying to make me try new things. I don’t know if it was my sheltered upbringing or my undaring disposition, but she knew I feared change and new things and all they entail. There’s always a risk of failure, always the chance of getting hurt.
I had been hurt too many times before to count.
But… she still had faith in me, my sweet, blue-eyed girl. I was the luckiest man in the world when I found her. Oh, who am I kidding? She’s the one who found me.
“Darling…” she spoke softly, resting her hand on my shoulder as I stared out across the star-riddled horizon, her fingers warm against my bare skin.
I turned and gazed into her eyes, her breathtaking eyes, and smiled as the crisp breeze of the night blew her long, auburn hair into her face. She tried to brush it away, the strands getting caught in her eyes and mouth, but the wind kicked up again, sending her hair into a wild tantrum.
Laughing, I curled her frazzled locks behind her ears.
She placed her hands on mine. Her smile faded and her eyes filled with concern at my silence.
Leaning forward, I kissed her forehead, my lips lingering against her flesh. She rested her head on my shoulders, and we wrapped our arms around each other. And for a moment, just a single moment in time, all was silent. Everything was still.
There was no wind.
There were no birds.
There was no rolling ocean.
She and I were all that existed, in the silence on top of that cliff. And in that moment of silence, as my heart beat next to hers, I found the strength I had lost.
My hands curled around hers, our fingers laced together, and I kissed her on the lips.
“Of course I trust you.”
Beaming through tears, she kissed me twice, and then turned to face the sea.
“Don’t let go of my hand,” she said to me.
And then, together, we jumped.
The Siren
She sat in silence,
eyes closes,
breath stilled,
waiting
alone in the
dark.
Waiting for the
perfect time,
the time when he
would come to find
her.
Look at Me
III
Look at me.
I am nothing.
A hollow shell
of something,
someone;
a creature
cursed
for all eternity
to live as
dead,
for death has
claimed my
soul.
Sally the Sweet
Skipping along the edge of a pond,
Sweet Sally did sing a song;
a merry ole tune
about flowers in June,
and fairies that danced in the sky.
Darkness
Darkness
Creeping along the edge of her vision,
blacking out, slowly, her sight.
Panting, she tries to contain it,
the scream that is filled with her fright.
Trapped
Trapped.
This is what I am;
Sealed behind a
beaten face,
unable to see the
majesty of Creation,
who screams her
existence before me.
Declaring herself to be
pure and good,
she shouts her beauty
across the heavens,
while I am left both
blind and deaf;
blind to her
beauties fair,
deaf to her
cries of glory.
Stars
I felt the stars beneath my feet
as I ran, alone, through the night;
heart pounding, lungs heaving,
not thinking, just leaving.
With all of my might,
I ran through the night –
the stars, they carried my feet.
~
Labor of Love
“C’mon, honey, we’re almost there!” Panic cracked in his voice as he tried to stay calm. “You can do it, Love – just hold on!” Her nails dug into his hand as her fingers curled with pain, but still he held on tight.
An unearthly scream pierced the room, vibrating the thatched roof above their heads.
Faith of a Fool
His heart yearned for her, for her sweet embrace; all he wanted was to hold her in his arms, to feel her heart beat against his own, to feel her hair against his cheek, to brush her face with his hand… but that would never happen… it couldn’t ever happen. No matter how much he wished, no matter how much he prayed, no matter how much he wanted to be real to her… she could never be his – Fate was against him, making a cruel joke of his love. But despite that, despite all odds, he would still love her.
No matter what.
The Missing Glove
“When are you going to write a really happy poem or story!? One about… butterflies exploding out of a heart-shaped flower floating in the teacup of a lady who just found her missing glove or something. :P” ~ Bethie
Challenge Accepted. ;P
The Tower
As I stared at the spiral that towered above,
the shadows crashed down in a cascading flood;
Shadows as black and as deep as the sea,
encircling, consuming, devouring me.
Devouring me – I could no longer see!
The Watcher in the Woods
Garbed in shadows black as night;
Hair as red as fire;
Eyes the fiercest emerald,
filled with raging ire.
The Watcher lies
in wait.
Biscuits in the Parlour
“What’s your
opinion
on music,
my friend?”
“I don’t know
if it is
that I have one!”
Loving Rejection
Did you know that I still cared,
After all you put me through?
After all the hurt and all the pain,
I still kept loving you.
Chess in the Park
“What do you
make of time,
old friend?
“Whatever
do you mean?”
“Time, good chap,
or rather how
it moves across
one’s life.”
The Wind, the Maiden, and the Sun
A cool evening breeze ran across the land, softly soaring above the grassy plains, until it came to a deep valley; there it stopped a moment, considering its option, before howling with glee as it rushed down to the valley-side; down, down, down it dove into the grassy vale, never stopping, never slowing, as the plants bowed down beneath its terrible force. It howled again as it crashed into a narrow stream, casting a splash of water through the air, where it transformed into thousands of dazzling diamonds, each one shifting and moving with life, until they fell back from glory, merging again with the water.
