Monday, November 10, 2008

Immortal Words

Pages are running out
Drawing near hurriedly
Intentionally leaving behind
Only a few mouthfuls
Of breathing words

Supposedly "The End"
Is expected
To show its splendor
With nothing but dimmed lights
To finally walk into the dark

But today simply is
Not that day of tears
As running away was never
A plan for words to take
Today, honesty is their virtue
In telling more stories
For the second book to bring

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Forever

Forgive me
Long forgotten
Have I to close the curtain
Now the dust of light
Enters the room it was
Where the scent stayed
And petals feasted upon the colors
Now, I am nowhere near

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Close Your Eyes

There was the color of tree leafs

Strutting about its pompous green

Dancing closer and closer

Only to pull away mocking


Then came another, the color of fire

In a hurry, the red sat and stared

Into my eyes, it soothingly burnt

But again, pulled away mocking


Suddenly, a color of least expected

Approaching from the end of the tunnel

Growing and growing as it neared itself

Devouring all wishes for a plain view

Everything became blinding white

Only it too, in the end, pulled away mocking


A stranger no more, color of shadows came

Gave their embrace, until all was black

So black, I realized that my eyes

Have always been closed throughout

The dark is no stranger here, of course