Her Meaning

But I say not, but then I mean so,
Words I could never dare describe,
Mine heart with sorrow gone too late,
With drooping eyes with tears of glass
Could never tear through silken thread,
Nor the lonely steed to pass me by,
In lonely mountain waste I am spent.
These arts of utter grief lay barren,
Th’ease of woe in loss came so soon, Read More

Leave the Past

Ah, the sweet, smooth and sound past,
Like wine uncorked and drunk so fast,
With sweeter chimes of happier notes,
With bitter blots for known undertones,
Can only suffice the effect one sitting,
This drink of my past is mere bloodletting,
Leave it. Leave it. Go away. The past. Go.
The wine. The bottle. The glass. Throw.
Every drop of wine becomes blood vanquished,
I sit here and dream of past relinquished,
The beast within is the angel above,
The demon is the answer to my resolve,
Give me more, the past I need it more,
However I drink it, let me be so sore, Read More

The Nocturnal Way

As I look through the night,
As bright as once it should,
Lasts a sorrow that breathes,
Night was once my name hence
I lived more through than day,
For once my life is spent, is spent;
I shall make a wish to my beloved:
Spend days thine in silence and awaken,
There slept and the rising wight unmade; Read More

Sailing away

Imbues myself with fairer shine, whose smouldering eyes set sail,
Adorns my skin deep his tender words offered does shiver me make,
That burns there for common man extinguish yet I not my heart charred,
Though beating and only so closer this flame aroused my soul is razed,
And climbs with you through Everest where bitter cold never conceal us,
Tells you what closer we are; thy demon inside kept me from sleep erelong,
That for our skins to touch shall erupt all inside whence whereof I bleed,
Brings me to conclusion last how much longer I can stay without burning, Read More

Wandering bird

She wanders round ere flies above her wings apart sounds the faintest for all her loneliness darts. Grieves the passing of wind and sun to foray there: none the sight but of trees whose leaves only fared. Once that chime they blessed the nests whom upon sat The greatest of her cares that bring all joy hither. ‘Tis new life given for another the sun risen thus. Gestures again the feathers that dusts the old, and old; Brings thee the charm but slowly whence blood that boil ere heat soar for children be food but threaten there at bay. Grasps the last of all she may the sound that seeps in;- none but the bird alone to save her kind; Read More

Final lament

I part from thee.
My heart knows better, but neither mine;
And consumes me this drowns my heart in thee,
Tells me of all that past, and passes of thine,
Holds my hand as walking past ye gazing at me,
Sounds my heart what endurance wrought,
Feels my pain and this token of modesty faint,
Lively and my life decays my heart ye brought, Read More

Poison beknownst

Where I escape from everyone and everything; where only silence serves as companion⁠⁠⁠⁠
it would feel as though you’re either floating up to the stars or sinking into the earth as the rain pours. Then after a moment you take a deep breath and open your eyes, only to notice people staring at you not knowing what it is you were doing or thinking. Leaving your space in that open field, you realise the moon suddenly clouded and all fails into grey. At that point you droop your head in subservience to they, and from Nature away. But then you look behind, and see the moon slowly walk away as well. Parted have you both become, the lightning that strikes heart thine now seeps a wound. Give me a drop of one that I bless the rose, for upon her lips those words uttered that shape my heart cross and fro; this rose that once I knew and slowly bed gives me way in direction towards. Read More