Poem # 1
No, I don't always title my works--any ideas?
When I had reached the middle
of my life-long traveled road,
I felt the hand of some unknown force
meddling with my thoughts.
I'll never know just why I did,
but just then,
I turned around. Never before
had I really looked back, and
never shall I again.
For with my swift motion
I disturbed a field
of memories, that flew up, startled
and confused, like a swarm of
butterflies. As they flittered about me
I tried to catch a glimpse
of e'en just one--but it happened
too quickly, and between heartbeats,
every single one was gone.
I stood and stared in hopelessness
at the barren nothingness remaining,
where once all of my life to date
had been, my every accomplishment.
And then I felt a coldness,
prickling at my back. I turned,
and saw a motion fleeing like a
torn space in the fabric of my Life.
There came a ghastly wailing then,
and from the bright sky fell
all of my poor lost memories,
dead wings rimmed with frost.
I stood helplessly watching
as all of them fell,
and shattered, frozen, 'pon the ground;
then Time resumed motion, I
fell to my knees; looked at the mess
I'd wrought.
Running my fingers through glittering
shards of my shattered memories,
I ignored the pain as they sliced
and slipped through my fingers,
covered with blood. Then
numbly I realised the blood was
my own, but somehow, all I could think
was how pretty they looked,
the pile of colors, glowing like stainéd
glass. And so I began
to put them together, gluing edges
with sticky, syrupy blood, growing bolder
as I went; and feeling like my
life had newly begun.
Then from the sky I heard the Wind shriek,
as of rage form some unholy force--
Death, Anarchy, Evil, Chaos.
Encouraged I picked up my speed,
for the wind was turning bitter cold.
But as bits of ice began to sting
my face I glued the last piece on.
And suddenly the wind stopped,
and the Sun returned in force--
bringing with it an army of stars
to banish the glowering clouds.
My life was done, better than before,
and the story that it told
was one of change, and rebirth,
not death or ends at all.
And I realised I was just beginning,
here when I thought I was near the
End--then that same oppressive force
vanished completely, and I felt joy
like never I'd known.
I realised then that I'd faced down
Death--and won, safely come through!
Then I understood that there was no
Death, just change, and then
rebirth.
Fairie's Request
Come, mortal Love, and dance with me--
I'll give to thee Immortality
Would that please thee love, to
live a life as uncountable as the
stars? But it gets better
still, my love--listen; I will
prove.
I'll bring thee to my Moonlit kingdom,
where we pluck jewels ripe and softly
glowing from the earth where they have
grown--not like those dead, dried husks
of once splendid Earth-fruit you wear upon
your gown.
In my kingdom, music is law, and
singing is how we speak. All sounds
blend together harmoniously, in one
great colorful weave.
I'll build thee a palace in crystal-filled
grottos, where silvery moonlight dances
and sparkles on infinite facets, on an island
with sand of tiny gems, in a lake of liquid
silver where golden fish swim, their eyes
aglow with precious jewels.
And each evening we'll waken to the
joyously singing
great chorus of crystal-chords, as newly
rising moonlight strikes their beauty aflame.
In our great throne of roses, all growing together,
we'll sit and we'll listen as they give joyful praise.
And you'll be my queen, love! The queen
of this kingdom, a queen over peoples like
never you've seen! The graceful and slender
people of the ancient forests, the silly
mushroom-people, bubbling with laughter!
The grumpy dwarves and high-spirited pixies,
and every animal of nightmare and fancy!
My Love,
you must come with me, my Love, you just have to be
the jewel of my kingdom, like nothing I have!
A mortal made ever-more, pearl from the
ugly oyster! O, my sweet my love, you must come
with me now!
Step here, Love, dance there, Love, under the hill--
hurry, Love! Time's catching up! O, no, Love, don't
falter--my gift's now-or-never! One second more and
your youth will be gone. . .
At the End
At the end of my journey,
I came Home. I had always known
that I would, intellectually,
but never had the seed of
Hope fully taken root within my
Heart.
But now at last I stumbled in,
tired and weary in every aching bone,
through a shining Wall of Water,
falling like cleansing silvery Platinum Gates.
The slender sentinels hardly inclined
their graceful heads to me, but neither
was I denied entrance.
And wearily I dropped to sleep,
felled at the knees like an ancient oak,
as my road closed up behind me.
My journey had been very long,
and not always pleasant, but here
at last, I would sleep, and dream of
things quite pleasant.
I do not think I'd realised,
at first,
just where I was.
But upon waking
I was sure, for then
there
It was.
Not burning bright,
as I'd been told, nay--
soft, comforting dark--
and infinite wings, feathers
soft as lovers' hands, drawing
me into pure Love,
like
everything I ever wished
and prayed for,
and wanted and needed,
known and unknown--
every
little
dream.
And at last,
for the first time,
in my long and weary
life,
I
was not
alone.
For seconds,
or minutes,
or hours or years, I
stayed there, bathed in
Love--
a choir of infinite
voices, each one complete and perfect--
like We could never be.
But then the Joy shifted,
softly,
to mourning,
and I was pulled away.
Not ripped,
at least, nay--
it was gentle--far too gentle for me.
Pulled away,
back into Time's
grinning, toothy maw--
victim again of
mortality--
thrust back onto the Road.
And I sat up, in myself again,
sweating,
and tangled in lifeless hospital sheets.
But though I grieved,
I was not mad, for
now I knew what
waits for me at
the End.
This is all I'll include for now, but check back later for more! I hope you enjoyed this little glimpse into a mind as twisted and multi-dimensional as mine.
