luminous

this darkness
living and breathing
becomes me;
and though it is me
I am not it, I am only
a remnant of Light
and the twilight of God,
bound by the limitation
of being, revealed as
nothing more than
eternity failed

Starlight

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Rain weary air
gives way to fire laden breath,
a soul escaping the confines of flesh
and set free in exhalation of thought;
into night on rising tides
of fluttering light crowned in autumn hues
it flies, upward to drift in an ocean of wonder
bedecked with jewels of every color,
each the keeper of a dream,
or a wish, some now long forgotten
but out there still, held safe in silent prayers
now tended by we who dream now
and tomorrow–and in that hope,
in the essence of gossamer strands
that bind souls together is found
that thing, that simplest of things
that makes you and I one:
for if from stars we are born,
then stars we must be,
light enduring before and after
we were born to darkness–
but darkness knows not itself
without the light to shine upon it,
and souls, as dreams, are that
formless fire of creation,
eternal and unyielding.

For That Second

For that second you loved me,
that second of hope,
for that moment of light
when I was not alone,
for that touch of forever
washed away by this pain,
for that second you loved me…

…I’d do anything.

Inspired tonight by a piece of music that made me reminisce….

‘For That Second’ by Rob Scallon

Heartless

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He pulled skin and muscle aside, his fingers finding the bone beneath as they tore their way through flesh. Working his fingers between the tight spaces, tendons and cartilage popped and snapped as it released from the ribs, which in turn creaked and groaned before finally breaking. He could feel the bone bend and fracture, and each snap and crunch was satisfying to him. He clawed his way through them, the slow beating of the heart they protected taunting him, luring him ever deeper. This was his prize and his torment, and he was so very close. So very, very close….

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