Emotion into words


Emotion into words

Silver, Red, and Gold


 

Glide
Fall down, collide
break new ground
smile…

Let it rain
let it fall
engulf the winds
deluge…

 

Rivers


Trickle down my spine
Show me who you are
Walk through the path and
Light up my world tonight

Arpeggios percolate through the air
shimmering, twinkling, and larking
a simple melody beckons and
casts back my soul

My face glimmers
snow cascades
turn back
and smile away…

Petrichor


Let it freePetrichor Road
Let it fall
break the drought
take the path

Grasp the soil
make it sing
create diamond
with silver  winds

 

linger


Leaves may fall
Winds may change
luster fades
but one thing is certain
one thing is true
three words are constant…
they will never change

And so it continues
one day after another
one foot after the other
grays softly get technicolor
but they won’t sparkle again
not like your smile
not as the sun that opens in your eyes

So what becomes of me?
just be at a standstill
waiting for that day
the day you return
I will wait for you, child
I will wait for the day our world becomes one
I will linger

Skies


Lead me where the skies, soul & body meet
Where pastures grazed with dew caress my feet
the vicinity where doubts, anxiety & plights are reaped

Show me the locale where honeysuckles bloom,
where Valhalla provides wine, food, and bounty a plenty
where peace dwells, and love glistens

Reveal to me the path of least resistance,
where I can flourish and become your hero
-who saves you from Hades, and the fires of Medhir-
where I can feel at home and rest once more…

 

Ticking


Minutes, hours and days pass
ticking away slowly
patience you must have
for nothing comes easy

Get nervous,
(after all you’re human)
Make mistakes, but know this
you can’t run away from destiny

Dance in the rain
Frolic in the chaos
(and remember)

Clock in Kings Cross railway station
Clock in Kings Cross railway station (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Ticking goes the clock
time may pass, but
you’re my destiny

Wordless


Walk through endless halls of history
Pick a story of your choosing
Sit on a cloud
Silence.

Library of Congress Bookshelves
Library of Congress Bookshelves (Photo credit: Kevin H.)

November


Oh hush, my darling
Oh hush, my love

Autumn in Chicago

I’ll find you in the morning
on the November sky

We’ll sing songs of our family
We’ll drink muddled wine (but hush)
(my darling) night is coming fast

After the dust and rain settles
We’ll find ourselves in a new light
We’ll find ourselves,  we’ll do this right

Now, sleep my love
Rest, my child
for I will be here
guarding you in the dark

Hush, my darling
Don’t fret, my love
We’ll be together
We’ll be all right
under the November sky

Hush…
Oh, hush, my love
We’ll sleep it off
in November’s dark
I’ll sing for you
you’ll read to me,
but for now… I hope to be
the one who sets you free

Róisín Dubh


What sin did you commit to betray your own kind?
What perturbed your soul so deeply, that you scarred your beautiful skin?
Tell me my child, no whisper, who or what did this?

In which shade of the night did your nightmares came true?
Did they feel better? Torturing you until they remained and you fade?
As the blood drips of your shoulder, heart or soul?

What will it take for you to fade away, permanently?
Is there something you can grasp? Something that can save you?
Hold on tight, for the ride is not over…