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.

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.

Oblivion and Beyond

Reaching beyond oneself
Into the abyss
Of a frailty born of hunger
Rift with fear
Sinking into the oblivion
Of a madness
Born of reason
Inside out

An Ending

Veneration vanquished by time and space
Resplendent glow tucked softly
In crevices deep, but never far
Untouched, but touched so long ago
Eternally fuels complacent yearning
Coveted not, but pure
     Resigned
          Hopelessly gone
              Never forgotten

From Under

Starting over
again
from
under
the world
that doesn’t
exist
anymore.

Lost promises
of
youth
of
hope
of peace
failed states
wanton
dreams
of
freedom
almost
found.

Really?

Suspended in time
so long ago
are the ifs of
tomorrow
turned today

lost in
ocean and gold
remnants
of the softest
kisses
ended.

Spilled Milk

Sad eyes cast down
on a future
turned sour
like milk on the counter
splashed and left
relentlessly
waiting for someone
else to pick up the pieces
or clean the spill
whichever comes first