Friday, November 1, 2013

Tempest in the Night

Furious and passionate The quite squall of origin past Tempest in the night Unwelcome in the dawn Of a new day rising At the crest of a tomorrow A tomorrow that will never be.

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Ceding Sound

Orchestrating silence
she sits alone on the precipice
of tomorrow.
Deaf to the hope
life brings in loveless longing
ceding the wind and the droves
of dreams lost to memories,
tarnished memoirs
scatter on the taciturn wind
so that even her silent screams
quake to no one.