Monday, January 17, 2011

Waiting for the Moon

Put the empty days that rattle in their shells
In a place that is deep as any well
When the heart looks for the task
Ask the question, how long will this last

Fill it with tinkering and what-knots for display
Longing for the grassy field where I use to play
Castle clouds would fill the afternoon
Dreaming of tomorrow, waiting for the moon

Gazing at the variation of this moment of mine
Looking for the memory that stirs the grasses of time
Alone I laid in the field of sweet disguise
Wanting not the discovery of another's eyes

Choice has led me to the warmth of this room
Night has fallen and I still wait for the moon
Where is the heartbeat that promises to stay
Enfolded in the present, no entitlement today

But still I surrender to the castle in the sky
Pulled by the chatter of my mind's eye
Believing in the daydream of childhood's bliss
Conjuring up magic for what could be missed
Raven

The Steam on the Mirrors

The foolishness of actions waits for the light of day
And begs us to hear the voices of our own decay
Words sent by thoughts that spin off our lips
Blaming our regret on others, in between sips

Easily shifting the sands of our lives
To blind us from seeing our own true lies
Our words sent like angry boomerangs spin off
Only to return, and their landings are never soft

The steam on the mirrors we use each day
Soon come to an end and crumble away
In the broken pieces left on the floor
Is the answer that hurts to the core

We ask for the response we don't want to hear
So we shift the fault to someone so dear
When enough has been said and you can't feel anymore
You walk away blind, broken and sore

You live in the numbness of what hasn't been said
Picking up the pieces as if you were dead
How far will you walk if the shoes don't fit
Throwing away the candle before it is lit

Breathing in the truth of your life and its lore
Answering questions you have denied before
Seeing with integrity that which you find
Healing the anger that made you so blind
Raven