Collaboration, Part I (Blasphemy Incarnate)

Blasphemy Incarnate

Silken net, silky new, dangles above,
as hope returns triumphant and renewed.
Softly woven fibers of life woven together like fate’s hand:
silvery strings, dripping dewdrops of gold,
bright rays shimmer through as new becomes old.

Time slips...but life moves on;
streams twist and destiny shifts, yet still we live on.
Sunset reveals timeless a truth:
never tomorrows, and yesterdays, never again...
But dawn still rekindles, an old truth forgotten;
that everyday does still begin life renewed.

A page, yet unfolded; a rock, yet unturned;
a book long undone, sealed away;
a ship unsunken, a port veered away...
All these things, left unfinished;
to be long forgotten--broken by time's own hand.
A tragedy, self-incurred; a curse, self-invoked,
time passed away; a priceless treasure forever stolen.

The web woven, hope and fate intertwined, in destiny's evil lair.

July 4th, 2007

co-written with Auron

Red Balloon

Red Balloon

Red Balloon
shines bright in
Gleaming Sun,
bounces happily in
Summer Breeze,
white ribbon tied to
Child's Small Arm

January 20, 2007

Winter Woods

Winter Woods

Gray trees stand tall
against silver sky.
Cold wind whispers
through fallen branches,
"Come closer."

January 20, 2007

Untitled (L i f e)

Untitled (L i f e)

As the sun begins its journey through the vast, open expanse called blue sky
the birds start their sing-along-song, reminding us that the day has begun
and so we b e g i n

and the butterfly soars and brushes so softly against the clouds
its wings fluttering lightly as the heart does with the touch of a lover’s hand
no boundaries
no limits
it knows neither up nor down, nor left nor right
for there is only time and life and it knows only that it must l i v e

and the wind sweeps across the land, carrying away all the voices
all the words you can’t say
you don’t want to hear
and scooping them all up in its long-fingered hands
and pushing them to the far edge of the world
far, f a r away

But when the day is done,
when time stands still and there is nothing left to think--
or hear--
or speak--
(deafening)
S i l e n c e becomes the loudest sound of all...

And the moon whispers softly,
G o o d n i g h t

March 15, 2007

On Silence

On Silence

Deafening silence
steals sound away
mouth moving...
but not saying--
not speaking--
no words...
Quiet.

for Dee