Time Speaks

Time Speaks

The sun sets effortlessly on the horizon,
paints the sky scene vividly.
So bright, all the reds and yellows
in the blazing horizon,
as if the sky was on fire.
Time slips so slowly away.
"Another day, another day..."

A small voice whispers,
still and low, quiet
against the loud rush of the sea.
Waves crashing violently,
thrashing the shoreline,
threatening to tear it all away.
"Another day, another day..."

This voice has no body,
no mind. No form whatsoever.
People walking busily to and fro,
not taking time to sit and listen,
sit and watch.
Continue on. Don't look back. Walk away.
"Another day, another day..."

Time continues.
We go on.
Never take time to stop and listen,
stop and watch.
Still the small voice whispers
as we go, always, on our way.
"Another day, another day..."

The hills are reflected in dark water.
Make no nevermind.
Continue on.
Boats floating toward the light,
vessels of fallen souls.
Never looked back, kept walking away.
"Another day, another day..."

Time stops.
Sun fades.
Can't keep going.
Nowhere to run.
No place to hide.

Time laughs in your face:
"Another day, an--"
Nevermore.

January 15, 2007

Dawning Midnight

Dawning Midnight

Shady blue veiled in smog...
Star shines piercing beyond the curtain,
surviving past the misty haze.
It radiates its glittery flare:
a single star, the lone pioneer.

July 31st, 2007
written by Auron

Age of Love

Age of Love

One Woman:

crumpled with age,
silver-gray hair tied back,
face lined from years of worry,
of failing health and mental anguish

bent the corners of her mouth into a smile
as she looked into the fawn-colored young eyes before her.

One Child:

newly born,
soft-skinned and pink,
just opening her tiny eyes to the world,
new lights and sounds and strange people

found the face of her grandmother and smiled
as she squinted into the emerald-hued, wrinkly eyes before her.

That moment burned in time itself,
for it knew no greater love than this:
one old and one new,
and for the first time they stared back into one another's eyes,
their very hearts, beating together as one.

July 25th, 2007
dedicated to my Nanny

Wondering...

Wondering...

Why is it that stars glitter silver in the night sky?
How do birds know to fly south for winter?
What tells the heart that it's right,
...when the head says it's definitely wrong?

Who draws the line between
what is real and what is not?
...And just why does he have such power?

Where is Heaven?

How far does the apple really fall from the tree?
...And how can you tell?
...And why is it that tree in particular?

When does God actually sleep?
...Or does He?

And if a tree falls in the woods and you're not around to hear it--
How much wood would a woodchuck actually chuck?
...Nevermind.

(This is what happens when my mind wanders...)
(These are my daydreams...)
(I call it my life.)

July 22, 2007

Collaboration, Part III (Halley's Comet)

Halley’s Comet

Sky lit up with sparks ignited by golden flames,
a silver moon shivers against the crisp autumn breeze.
Shifting clouds begin to part and time comes to a stand-still:
a show, long-awaited, now begins to unfold.

Shooting high, amongst the moon and stars,
a blinding ball leads a flaming blaze;
fallen rocks, then a glowing tail
seen through misty haze.

Blazing sparks light up the night
as friction scars the fallen sprites.
Starry fragments glitter, forever fading silently into darkness…

The spectacle passes an awestruck audience,
seen and gone, their intrigue fades.
Clouds circle in, enclosing the shooting star,
and it takes its last bow...
and fades dimly away.

Seventy-five years in the making…
fast away it flies, growing dimmer by the second…
a world it has passed, many more it must come by.

July 16th, 2007
co-written with Auron