21 February 2009
A drifting illusion on water
Amid such quiet calm
Beyond a distant twilight,
Lingering upon a gentle shore.
A passing thought in silence
Burdened by the tempestuous wind
Reaching toward your caress
Within the memory of simpler days.
Moments of serenity...
Lost to vanity and pride.
An image of a wistful dream
Borne in a sea of stars
To yield our tempered passion,
Hidden beneath the scars of night.
An illusion on water,
Carried by the wind.
Seeking some hope of resolution,
Upon the solace of your distant shore.
18 February 2009
Whisper in silent repose
Duchess and King.
Ok, so one old piece... the following is new.
Such quiet calm...
Comfort upon a distant shore
Warm... your caress.
16 February 2009
This is similar to the contemplation of the contemplative mind, but I digress and wonder about the nature of thought or more precisely, the nature of our thoughts. I have argued, perhaps weakly, that our thoughts aid in the perception of the universe at large, maybe even aided in the creation of the universe... or someone's thoughts at least. Since we are comprised of the same elements as the stars themselves, I am inclined to feel our thoughts and words have real power. Certainly not our everyday conversation, such as 'I feel like getting a beer' or 'Like, that outfit is totally...' (maybe those types of thoughts help wipe out star systems... celebrity supernovas?). Sometimes, though, an excellent conversation can help contribute to the wealth of wonder amid the stars and ourselves. Admittedly, most conversations would not fall into such a category, though perhaps the universe loves the ordinary as much as the extraordinary. I suppose it would be arrogant to think otherwise. Of course, maybe one must be able to percieve the connection between our hearts and the beating heart of creation in order to effect an influence upon what awaits in the gulf between the stars. And there is simply the idea that just because we are made of the same elements of the stars and planets, we have no influence whatsoever... again, arrogant egos. Still, I like to think we are connected and that thought, like many others, is a part of the nature of thought itself. It gives me as much comfort as I need sometimes, though not necessarily all the comfort I want, but who really gets such comfort these days? Maybe I will simply never be truly satisfied, and always searching for an answer when one might never have existed in the first place. It is certainly a possibility... I am ok with that. I know my path. It is one I accept, though I may not like it... I still accept it. I suppose that might be the nature of my struggle within the nature of thought. In order to seek such a higher purpose, I have to give up what I might not be prepared to give. It is something I do contemplate as I delve further into the ideas of thought.
I have left so much behind... I am not sure I am capable of taking the necessary steps. Maybe none of us are. It should make me feel better, but it does not.
04 February 2009
'Memories of This Life'
A tempering calm amid the burden of sin,
Instinct laughing in the weathering face of time;
Resolve eroding with every 'might-have-been',
A singular, tangible moment our only crime.
Remnants within seconds lost to the gulf of night,
Awakening upon the beauty of a far-green shore;
Distant echoes of indelible days unfurl beyond sight,
A heart yielding yet wanting for more.
For all such solace beyond the thoughts of love,
I can put aside the ache and shadow of our strife;
A wandering soul with nothing left to prove,
Hope fulfilled in the memory of this life.