Tuesday, July 30, 2019

Waiting for Departure, Alone on a Bench

Waiting for Departure, Alone on a Bench

Summer evening, gibbous moon, its radiance overflowing,
with collective souls on display, the sky above is glowing.

Spirits pass in front of me, travelling to the light,
adding to the brilliance of the orb that sails the night.

And there upon the ship that’s docked, above the blue horizon,
my soulmate Kath is waiting there as full moon is a rising.

Memories precious, turned to grey, in silence of your smile,
when lunar cycle claimed your soul, upon this emerald isle.

Still I hear your essence call, with words that carry vision,
Reflections from the pool of thought, remind there’s no division.

For scrolls of time that hold our names are bound with golden seal,
forever mending hearts aflame assuring that we heal.

The moon now passes overhead, returns to western skies,
releasing essence heaven bound, towards a new sunrise.

And so the journey carries on, Kath’s death is not the ending,
we’ll meet again, on distant shore, where faith rekindles mending.
2nd Edit Dec 14th, 2019

Sunday, July 28, 2019

The Great Gig in the Sky

The Great Gig in the Sky

Black lights, posters bright, illusions in the night,
the smell of pipe tobacco, ready to ignite,
and the mellow haze that helps me see, orbs of brilliant white,
riding on the highway, that opens up my sight.

Colors greet the spring of life, to merge a conscious being,
that flows above all aeon thoughts to bring a special meaning,

Now peeling back the frozen layers, of where the pain begins,
until the ego’s vulnerable, exposing all within.

Weighted memories scarred and bleeding, laying in the open,
waiting for the judgement, that sets the mind in motion.

Pain absorbed by empathy, healing sirens that accrue,
the essence of felicity, fulfillment with a view.

The mind expands, excitement flows, answers are before you,
floating in a sea of peace with contentment flooding through,

Understanding, essence cleansed, the world unburdened then,
we push on through our suffering to reach the state of Zen.

Monday, July 15, 2019

When Crescent Moon Descends on Gog

When Crescent Moon Descends on Gog

When crescent moon descends on Gog,
it dissolves the world and brings the fog,
a place of torment and darkest dreams,
where murky skies are filled with screams.

Charcoal buildings emerge from gloom,
with chimney spires that mark the tombs,
streets are cobbled in shades of grey,
where once a thriving town did play.

Neath’ the walls of broken stone,
a few remain, to call it home.
with larders empty in hollow space,
motions thrive at funeral pace.

Trees are barren, along the rue,
branches brittle where once they grew,
a city forest dead and gone,
suffrage of the poison dawn.

With tapping cane that breaks the still,
mortician hunts for his next kill,
hidden by the steaming sewers,
out of sight from any viewers.

Death has come to those in wait,
there’s no respite behind their gate,
darkness creeps at every turn,
hope recedes and starts to burn.

A hobbled world, pooled in sorrow,
prospects doomed with no tomorrow,
when crescent moon descends on Gog,
the city writes its epilogue.

Friday, July 12, 2019

Beautiful Stranger

Beautiful Stranger

In your smile I feel what essence is,
by your thoughts, the grace of life,
and your eyes reveal the universe,
a radiance that takes my breath.

My shell dissolves and leaves me naked,
I'm vulnerable when you look my way,
but safe behind this window pane,
you cannot see my shame.

Because I wait for you, at ten past nine,
each and every day,
with promise made, I paint of you,
the rose that feeds my flame.

About this Poem: Inspired by the quote below from Rumi...

"In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that light becomes this art.” ~Rumi

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