Stone

Stone

Raining drops from heart of stone

Diamonds breaking in the dust

Galaxies of questions sparkle

In cold light of the dark

 

Windows through countless lives

Refracting the fullness of nothing

Colors ooze slowly, suspended

Fragments of timeworn illusion

 

Worn etched upon a memory

Of things that never happened

Quiet waves of tranquility

Caress the shores of an empty lake.

 

R.W.W. banfiadh – wolfthough2003

Morning Star

Morning Star

Alone I sit wandering the passageways of undesirable solitude a perilous path upon the edge of a treacherous and windswept cliff.

A solitary being seeking wholeness and balance, not always alone in physicality but never balanced in reality.

Long has it been since early wounds, even upon the measure of the spirit since I have felt a true and lasting completeness

Ever seeking, ever searching and ever wandering though somehow afraid of finding

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The sorrows of a million miles lie behind my weary steps within this singularity of existence.

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So many that indeed I flinch in hesitant disbelief from the glory of the morning star – rising harbinger of new potential and the renewal of life.

I fear not the chance in itself but that the hope will again turn to ash at the lightest touch of my fingers, withering away like smoke upon the winds of precarious time.

I reach hesitant and gentle in the true hope that this one chooses to share from the deepening cup of life with me.

I wonder still at times if a curse resides upon me as I struggle to maintain hope.

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Will the starlight burn in its cool cold radiance, or will it comfort and warm

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Heart torn and no one hears as the scars of unseen wounds muffle the shrieking fears that rampage gleefully inside

Born into the arms of solitude, damaged to the edge of fearing anything more than  retaining an existence of nothing.

Where then lies the end of this when strength and heart and hope may fail to see through to the light.

To long alone, yet knowing in truth little more than the frail resilience of forsaken soul yet each day breaks with new promise.

 

Will that Star of the Dawn shine and remain within my reach?

 

R.W.W. Banfiadh – Wofthought2005