I believe that we may find beauty in many places, through
the shadows and the gloom, inside of changing faces.
Patterns play in my
head.
I hope the beauty will be seen in my dark words, as a sweet melody may be heard...
The Dreamer
Deep beneath the night tide dreaming seeped a shadow
Barely breathing,
Only pausing for a moment to ring subconscious warning
Bells,
When a
whisper part deceiving crawled inside a secret meaning, like
A subtle
spheric singing, singing where the sleeper
Dwells.
Something sinister
had wandered breathing where the sleeper
Dwells,
So it was, as I traveled twisting roads my mind unraveled,
Plainly
panicked and disheveled by the ringing that
Foretells,
Bleak despair
that keeps repeating rampant chants my heart
Is beating sickly through the
darkness seething, seething through the
Dreamer's hells,
Of subconscious
pausing, nudging, taunting phantoms from their
Hells,
With each footstep faintly falling through the forest's phantom calling
Charred disfigured limbs are crawling, crawling where the sleeper
Dwells,
Under branches bare and clawing, tearing where the sky
Exhales,
It was around that murky turn, where knotted roots refuse to burn.
That dreaded dark and horrid turn, the warning bells could not discern,
Trembling, taunting mute of sigh or silence.
When that whisper, part deceiving tricked my mind into believing,
Believing in a thousand
Hells
Of darkness where the sleeper dwells in misted mountains draped in
Crosses, stark reminders marking losses, sacrifices seem harmonic,
Graced by murmurs half demonic,
Breathing where the dreamer
Dwells,
Between the screams of absinthe wails...
It comes silent, this first frosted breath,
No tears to mark the
passing of years
Nor hallowed earth to guard timeless fears
Hidden below
a glorious death
Reason, perhaps, for nympholept's kiss
Untasted rivers, brooklets and
streams
Sleep at her touch of icicle dreams,
Holding naught but gloom
within the bliss
No fragile fairy dares to wake there.
Billowing, blowing, shrouding the
sun,
Harkens to all that winter's begun
As forests stand cold, naked and
bare
Where sprites, seraphs and white phantoms dwell
Gentle wisps weave a wintry spell
Sleep, sleep, sleep to the heartbeat of snow...
TheHidden: her days no longer play with me
cut short her timid ecstasy
Along in silent melody
where mornings fragile breath may be
adorning frost drapes endlessly
Along in silent melody
From roof to roof and tree to tree
Along in silent melody
Step softly through each memory
The last one crept, then suddenly
A shadow crawled in from the sea
Each flower wept as it would be
Another silent melody
TheHidden:
A ghostly garden's sanguine sleepExhumes the muted moon,Illuming
silhouettes that weepA melancholy tune.The filmy vapor's haunting
callTo evanescent formsOf shrouded souls whose songs enthrallBy
manifesting storms.Amidst the garden's anguine vines,That climbs where
darkness dwellsAlong the ivy that entwinesIts silent sentinels.Sad
statues wait in Limbo's snareOpaquely draped in stone,A sculpted
prison, pale and bareThat mimics flesh and bone.The crystal beads of
pearly dewAdorn their glacial eyesIn fragile droplets lacing throughA
tomb of mute disguise.My slumber steals a final dream,In tangled
strands of thought,Between serene these fancies screamIn images I
wroughtOf sculpted prisons left behindIn dreams I can not shake,A
phantom garden haunts my mind,And all the pieces break.Perhaps the
smallest fragment stayedTo bring them back to me.As phantoms fade like
songs half playedIn ghostly harmony...
TheHidden:
I Love the beauty that burns in brilliant light.
Thank you divine Poets for the songs of the heart shared here.
EBA You are an amazing soul entrancing my mind,
genniii I read your words of profound beauty with breathless wonder...
I woke to the empty, inside the melting dreams
Curse the morning sunlight, all it brings
How hopeless it all seems
No more tears, no more screams
Such a selfish soul is mine
This longing in my mind
A hope to hold inside my heart
An illusion in the dark
Lost in matter, torn apart
Never to touch, not to hold
The fates would laugh, hot and cold
Bring me the sun, secrets untold
An ocean of trees, for when I am old
A willow to bend gracefully, with limbs so strong and fine
Shady days found under her, in blissful summertime
If I had a wooden heart, with splinters for a soul
I would be the ashes lying naked on your floor...
don't slam the door or she'll fall
crushing her wings on the floor
her peaceful face a thing of lore
Out of place my Angel seems
her pasted face, patched up wings
shattered body and lost dreams
past mistakes and empty screams
Key to the door with no lock
I can't enter, I must knock
shadows haunt every day
Angel can't keep them away
whispered my name, calling me
nothing's all you'll ever be
dreams may crumble into dust
Broken Angels never rust
Night hears the eternal fight
Angel weeps her sacred light
My broken Angel sees it all
Wrapped in love I'll never fall
