Willows Night


At the dawn of a dreary night,
Comes my heart with the bellow might,
The madness comes and then away,
The tempo dies and I’m awake.

I seat the dark and delay the light,
I bless the child on this starry night,
We are bound by laws within our clan,
We are pained by the gong we again have clanged.

The man is deep and not a mirror fit,
There will be no voicing or outward speech,
To thy self be true and to man be calm,
Lest it is said you have broken the vows.

So this is what the mailman sends,
The raging truth and the bitter lies,
The lonely walk and the sheltered heart,
The lasting end of a shorten beginning.

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Sitting There


Upon this dark hour sits a maid in cold shower,
Tripple blind to the forces behind man’s power,
While life fades out like an aging tower,
Leaving behind a blooming flower.

The night flies sing, as the star light blinks,
And we hear the sound of battering wings,
The midnight guardian of the nightly kings,
Soaring above the minor beings.

The shadow creeps and extends its form,
Creating a cover to hide earth’s worms,
Chasing light back to its home,
Biding us to think that we are alone.

Upon my wet and lustrous hair,
Lies a crown of great despair,
Breeding pain without a care,
For now I know we’re lost and in need of repair.

But though you reign, you so dark and rare,
You will soon become what’s bright and fair,
Then you’ll see you are half of a pair,
And know you were created to bring in no fear.

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The BEST I Ever HAD!


The sounds of the pouring rain,
The demands of the alternative human,
The clamor for refreshments,
The ecstasy in their eyes.

As time drew nearer the feeling grew stronger,
As the suggestions came pouring out, only then did it make sense,
All hopes fluttered, saddness creeping in,
Suddenly I felt abandoned.

My bags were packed and I was ready to go,
Her bags were packed she wasn’t ready to go,
His mobile was packed and ready to go,
She was out and ready to prance.

Amidst the rains, the flood, the cursing there was laughter,
Amidst the difference in dialect there was a consensus,
Amidst the darkness there was rejoicing,
Amidst the lateness there was safe arrival.

Words cannot describe my delight and the warmth I felt,
The meal abandoned as my ears were atuned to my abode,
I was able to reach out and swallow that pain,
Though it be lodged in my chest.

What a pure and unadulterated soul,
What a shame that we never take a deeper look,
What a pity that I was never there,
What a hoax this life is that portrays emphathy.

Angelic windows were what my eyes were called,
What was inside of me to have given out that courage he sought,
Despite my obvious shyness and pain,
I have given another Being joy and fulfilment.

I held those beautiful hands of his,
Contact always did bring one home,
Lost in dark memories created by our own kin,
Dare I say that I have lost a part of me to him.

I am no god, yet he showers me with praise,
I am no god, yet he claims I’ve healed him,
I am no god, yet he claims I’m an angel,
I am no god, yet he bares his soul out to me.

There is a storm stirring within my soul,
An angel passes by and the words come out,
He is as a babe in the hands of his mother,
God give me the strength to be enough for him.

The speed heighten due to those feelings of freedom,
The pain all but gone due to the warm embrace given,
The pains increased due to what I cannot explain,
The smiles increased due to the fact that this was the longest and most beautiful night of my life.

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