Gone before light

Spirals
the face in the dark maybe
could be must be
looming in the haze with tell-tale eyes burning deep
dreams are but landscapes through time
flying clouds on a thread masquerade of
masks we orchestrate our lives around

Breathe
the word that resonates
through these walls
where are you when I need you most?
Scents of the season hang in the air
the sweetness still a distant memory
while the poison arrow takes flight
misses the apple
a distant reality the mists take us to
unfolding into…

apprehension drawing
into the inner core drift far out
inside my mind twisted vines
closing up the maze, lost
losing the material world to grasp the ethereal
Want is a need that stands
between the safety of the nest and
oblivion
metamorphosis of principles beyond need

Just to bring sunshine into my life
is that all that you
can possibly conceive how could you
love without embracing the shadow
the other self that watches the play till her turn
the essence slips past your fingers
cries frail in the night
trailing like white scarves cut by the wind

the sea, always the sea
chased you just
stand in the stillness of night
feel the fingers reach to pluck a strand of one of your nine lives
cats eyes in the swirling violet storm clouds
choppy waters of the deep void where once
a fragmented heart beat
this ship could sink to stop
what I’ve started

Just a thought that never again
will I come this far only to turn back
but too close too soon
time draws near
the kindness of a stranger within us can mislead
Is it a question of deja vu or do I know this too well
windows of a past life still resonate
from the furthest recesses of space

How could the past touch me now
in this nowhere where time is no more
awaken the self that sleeps away her sorrows
and bring down the rain that
torrential waterfall that breaks away the barriers
Legacy of tears and fire fulfilled
did you exist just because
the only soul I have remain lost to this lifetime
Eternity is too long a time to hope to
tip the hourglass
start over
or maybe the ticking of the clock will cease
irresistible games we play at risk
you say you will risk anything
once upon a time it all ended
and now as the wind whipping at tangled hair
and complacent sea frothing at your bare feet
no game, none
just this growing chasm in between our worlds

Gone before light


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