Nightsong

Discordant is the darkHarmony in chaosOrchestrated comfort

Treaty

I’m not the oneto change the world withinspiration on demand.

Broken Window

Outside looking in is not what I thought it would be – a pale reflection ghosts still alive silently haunting me. Shards of glass betray my secrets, pieces of my soul; words unuttered abused and misplaced forgetting what they hold. I see what passes for time before me, on whisper-thin thread, and through the window...

Dragonflies

I shall liveas I have died:chasing dragonflies.

Losing Sleep

This deafening silence drowns out the sound of the thoughts in my head, and urges on a ceaseless doubting of all that I am; awash in the shadow of a fading memory I lose sense of being while grasping at all that I have been.

Resolved

From my brow falls the last of my inspiration, exorcised by a quickened pulse, and I am finally spent, naught but my breath feeding me life and the strength of the spirit to persevere, as resolute as only a corpse can be.

Playing

She hums,             resonating,             still vibrating, though it can’t be heard now, not by us, but it was there, alive, just a short while ago when sound was tangible, when fingers             danced upon her neck –             pressure             release             pressure             release             and held by the stroke of the hand....

Hazy

Soft is the light, grim and grey, filtered through a heavy haze wrought against the velvet night, where words are lost and passions die.

Sonnet V

I bleed, but not the crimson hue of blood,though scarlet are my wounds as they are read;each painful cut I make lets loose a floodof words aflame too quickly from lips sped.And through the pen that draws my breath from meon currents bold my soul is thus laid bare,and flows the spirit that I must...

Visions

Vivid and alive are the dreams that haunt me, granting me no peace in my wakefulness nor my slumber; beauty suspended by my fears tempts and torments, specters taunting me with visions that must fade.