Her wings never did like the snug fit of his restraints, Her voice never liked the silence, Her eyes shone even in the darkness and rock bottom only ever proved to be a springboard But still, lost in the constant of white noise, even a phoenix tires with age…
144,000 lights all flickering
to the beat of another’s purpose.
Lighting the dark corners of ego,
dispersing yesteryears fear
cleansing the broken and
healing the scarred. It is their
purpose. Born to give light in a
world of shadows.
Clarity of thought awareness
purpose swarms in their essence.
I have been purpose, time and time
again I have lit the shadowed path
of the lost and wounded, patched
together the ashes of their
hearts burned and souls scorched.
Sometimes at twilight, myself and Selene,
I ask her does she know, will my purpose
always be so. Her response the same night after dark after night. Her whisper
the silent pearl droplets of love she kisses
upon my skin as she sings a twilight lullaby. Yet, never do I hear her answer.
144,000 lights switched on, each a designed purpose, vessal of aid, beacons
illuminating the way through the darkness that has become us. Unconditional love…but who will love them in return.
Consuming and all drowning
my essence of night.
it matters not,
my essence is cloaked
in this state, this void.
Think not of my night
and my aura as negative for a dark state can be a canvas.
A blank page for
to create. . .something
bright to form
my nights’ sky
and give it character.
and make it come alive.
Yet it should consume me.
Darkness such as the night sky
should devour me, swallowing
my essence into oblivion. Do you see me?
I am a mere whisper
of light lost in the echos of time. Yet,
when you lay me upon
your dark essence, your canvas becomes my art.
Your depth is my contrast.
I tip toe through your darkest blues
leaving illuminated kisses.
My essence, glimmers and glistens
upon your touch, for my light. . .
is love, created by your darkness.
Dear shadow whisperer, in deaths ungodly hour.
Go hither yon this soul you cannot devour.
Come search the recess of my mind so fair
for I have dwelled at the devils lair.
I do not quake in damsel fear
when the dark essence of despair comes near.
I have danced in the caves of hell
(where even the strongest Angels fell)
to the inconsolable rhythm of survival,
Oh dark Lord, you are no rival.
I have sold all my wares,
In deprivation of my cares
an Ice Queens heart,
I’ve played that part.
Shadow whisperer take heed and walk away,
I am no longer yours so do not delay.
You cannot corrupt shadows of the broken
When through it all souls long awoken.
Shadow whisperer hear me as I call unto you,
darkness resides within is true but I have stopped
worshiping the darkness that is you.
My muse, my love,
I give to you the very soul
of my ink and the lifeblood
of my page.
Recto, verso…this blank canvas
is ours. Let us spill raw beauty upon the
cascading new horizons that befall us.
Our canvas splashed
with a riot of color.
We have a love to weather the hours.
A deepening beautiful,
sit with me close ,
make love with our pens.
A lifetime of mornings to start it again,
Spring seemed the day when love came to play.