Waking from the drowning
From the dream of you
Knowing I’m being carried
Too far from all you are
I’m wishing for your eyes
To see into me again
Longing for your touches
And their blessing cool
The vision’s sleep gone
Only the hurt of distance
The water’s not around me
Merely lines of raindrops
The roar, it takes my ears
The lights flash and blind
Skin numb from the cloth
Stays so in the journey
Living in a dark hollow
Chasing the ghosts within
Wishing for the truer real
Of the depths moon-lit
Fingers and the thin leaf
Unknown amid our goodbyes
With words searing hope
Upon the red, still motion
Words wrapping true gifts
Promises of reality dreamed
Validation of the nights
Past and yet to begin
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Discovery of Leaves
Looking up for the moon and stars
Though the ground is far too bright
And denies the silver that is ours
All I have left of the last night
Gone behind the blinding normalcy
Of the towers and palette of grey
A thread beats urging me to flee
To keep a growing silence at bey
Near and far the promise remains
Out of my reach and never able
To cool the many flickering pains
Aching and burning, hardly stable
Legs planted, moving onward still
Needing reassurance, sensing breaks
In the swift void, unable to fill
Stopping an instant, thoughts raked
Dark leather, around thick pages
Clasp opened, words in black ink
Scenes in mist, show gentle rages
Visions of her calm, within I sink
Permanent hope, on my unsure journey
The parting dream was always true
The closeness is what will keep me
Always wishing, ever thinking of you
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False Home
Walls rise around me sharply
Above me and circling
Closer with their empty space
The prision of this new cave
This new “home” molds with a void
Too clean, too white, without flaws
Lacking memory and hope
Devoid of deep perfection
Crowding out the sky and stars
Not translucent, long branches
Tall metal and melted sands
Too-deep clouds blinding them all
A white door into the rooms
Where we must live as shadows
Shades of who we are and were
Days ago and years ago
A bare box holding boxes
Empty crates that once held souls
Now hold leaking echos
Calling to what’s locked away
No windows to the green sea
Of leaves, trees and her comfort
Only every thought of her
Echoing softly always
Over distance still I feel
The pulsing and beating heart
Each breath and thought calling me
The thread singing her song still
Longing beyond any words
To be close to her again
A moment more or always
Just one last taste forever
I’m bound by white chains for now
Building strength with persistance
To break free of this cocoon
To gain wings to grant return
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Whispers Bled
Leaves embossed with your light words
Calling up your voice again
A spirit taking true shape
Layers of deep memories
Words in blue, red, grey and black
Carry hope-seeds to my heart
Asserting the real distance
Bringing us now together
Speaking of your life always
Of our future and past alone
Impossibilities dreamed
And others already past
Water and leaves, cliffs above
Caves below the still surface
And movement deep below you
Echos of every clear dream
Years of thoughts weaved a web
With each leaf somehow unique
Thoughts of now in long dry ink
Bled from a lost-found-lost soul
From learning only questions
Reading to see you clearly
Whispers from afar, before
Sweet voice distant, yet so close
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Clouds Falling
Grey dome of static floating
Above the towers of ice
Falling down in slow motion
Descending to cover me
Drops of clear uncertainties
Speed to the asphalt and I
Shattering once they touch us
Solid, cold, burned and useless
Coated by the sticking soot
Clawing downward to smother
To consume and claim nothing
To make nothing and leave void
Changes of mind by whispers
Understood at last through words
Cast upon leaves to protect
To warn and guard a lost soul
Fortified by memories
Cloaked in the leaves I held close
Thoughts over distance connect
Lightning of the soul repels
Forging a strong, thin armour
To block the hate, dispel fear
Deny greed, dull hurt, feel true
Feed the thread, hold it tightly
No way to attack the grey
Only defence against it
And to keep it far away
From the truth within your words
Walking cool, dry, hopeful, real
Willing to learn of the truth
Wanting to fight the grey lies
With your words I search the world
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Tower Fields
Moments creeping by like shadows
Shadows of the unsubstantial
Filling my mind with pain and loss
A heavy cloud of confusion
Surrounded by grey field-towers
The cage and vast space a maze about
Pushing me into faded times
Keeping me from my true feeling
Without connection I stand still
In the maze burned into my eyes
Listening to the hurt silence
Crying out for release and hope
Days pass in the maze like long years
The grey shows no signs of passed time
Each alley and hallway close
Blocking escape and holding strong
Every path completely followed
Every hope with dust extinguished
Covered in the soot of burned word
Blind with sorrow and great distance
Looking at only my mind now
Each second unlocking my doors
Chaining uncertainties to rock
Leaving the clouds deeply contained
Every grey wall falls before me
As I walk with purpose through each
Breathing the dust but not choking
Resolute and purposeful now
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Silence Roots
Breathing the words below
Drawing sleep from their ink
Comfort from each black line
Roots in the messages
In the dark of the sky
Light outside lost to me
Swallowed by the ground’s light
Stars behind a curtain
Windows covered by cloth
Block the chaos of walls
Candles expanding space
Casting trees on the walls
Bringing silence inside
The cage of red static
Finding peace in the trap
Ready to leave on wings
Eyes closed, mind clear, breath stilled
Seeking the deep knowledge
Hearing nothing at all
A vacuum of silence
In the void collapsing
Not finding the sought strength
And as the sleep fills me
A slight whisper explodes
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Winged Whispers
A soft voice from far away
Given to the airs and wind
To the true spirt of wings
Comes to my ears after long
Not knowing they could be heard
Pure thoughts given flight with hope
They would reach the one who hears
The one who seeks them always
Winged fragments of her voiced love
All collected and set free
On high from the lonely perch
From the once shared peacefulness
The white and pale blue morning
Permeated with the longing
With the inner voice calling
To the love waiting afar
Loops around the thread they fly
Thoughts, wishes, caring and dreams
An air-path of short instants
On winds, moved across distance
A web of soul collecting
The longed for light messages
Hearing and treasuring each
Storing their light deep inside
Beneath the red-purple dome
At the top of one column
One filled with truth, hope and love
Shatters silence with winged words
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Trees and Towers
The trees within the towers’ cage
Cast great shadows beyond the lights
Provide the missing breath of truth
In the masses of greyest greed
As I walk within the shelter
Of the darkness and connection
To the real and absence of hate
I see the foul corrupting clouds
Walking among the innocent
Whispering lies to cause static
Whispering promises untrue
To deafen all to the true song
I do not fear what words dispell
Only mourn for the many fools
Lost in walking clouds of disease
Lost are their hope and empathy
One other alone seems to breath
The clear air in her soul as mine
One far away, close through the thread
In the millions of bleeding fools
I hold hope as a cloak tightly
Wrapped in all I can now muster
My mind seeks a cure for others
I sit in my dark quarantine
My soul flows only fluidly
No cold hardness will I allow
I will seek to save them always
I will seek to open dead eyes
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Darkness Flows(Healing)
Darkness flows now to embrace
Highlighted by moon’s tears tonight
While fraud cloaked fools their fears do chase
Within their binding prison, Light
A blue wave from the shadows
Crashing into those not confined
Deep within the walls death knows
Healing drops of song cleanse minds
To cower from empathy
Is all the slaves can ever know
Love’s threads they only break and flee
Only hate and pain’s flames they show
Cold whispers drip white noise down
Rising as walls to hold ice inside
Discarded hope shatters on ground
Without senses they turn the tide
Another night of no breath
As the lost are not returned home
To the realm of no inner death
To where one does not feel alone
Darkness flows now in retreat
But a few drink of the blue tears
And breathe small life into the streets
As their words tear at walls of fears