Message to the Poet

Message to the Poet

I’ve walked inside those shoes
You wear to stumble
Although you may have thought
It was a fable in reprieve
I could not let you wander
In the darkness
In the rain
Without the breath of angels
In the breeze

I’ve walked along beside you
Near the ocean
Although you have mistaken me
For someone yon the sun
I could not let your footprints
Stand alone
Upon the sand
Without a hand to keep you
‘Bove the tide

I’ve walked with you
Inside the scarlet flames
Although you may have thought
It was a fable in reprieve
I could not let you face the wounds
Alone in sacred sorrow
Without a hand to pull you
From the blaze

I’ve walked with you
Through many doors
But only in the darkness
You would not know my face
Within the light
Although you have mistaken me
For someone yon the sun
I wander tween the lines
Of words you write

Michael33

As Shadows Cross the Sky

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Gazing through the window’s pane
As twilight fades to truth
While shadows crawl across the floor
Decanting from their youth

Illusions through the chamber glass
As vapors flare to storm
While distant thunder echoes rhymes
Of traces misinformed

Wanderings had come to pass
As shadows cross the sky
While pathways into heaven’s gate
Blush gently through my eyes

Never fore had visions flared
As virtue touched my heart
Mending shards of tattered souls
That life had torn apart

Vagabonds in shadowed halls
Of haunting condensations
Watching those of mortal brume
Transcending contemplation

Fate shall destine morrow’s dreams
Apparitions feast the eye
Pathways borne on billowed clouds
In shadows cross the sky

Michael33

…and so it is

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It’s damp outside
After the passing
Of an early morning shower –
Rain drops lingering on blades of grass
On the red leaves of the maple
On a stray spring beauty
Confused by the cool of the morn
By the light beyond the dawn –
And so it is
About life
Never set in stone
No way to know
When next
To light the candle
When next to dance
With the strings of the symphony
When to hide
In the darkest of shadows

It’s damp outside
The brief morning shower
Moving with the breath
Of the breeze
To a place
Unfamiliar
Leaving behind its footprints
Of a life
Unexpected
Raindrops on the sidewalk
Awaiting the sun
To carry them home –
And so it is
About life
Passing us by
In one brief moment
No way to know
When next
To turn the page
When next to dance
With the shadows in the lamplight
When to hide
Neath the wings of a sparrow

And so it is…

Michael33

In the Quiet

In the Quiet

 

It is far too quiet in this moment
Not one single angel
Whispering in the stillness
Not one vestal virgin
To tend the fire
Even the smoke
No longer lingers
But in the distance
Of a memory
Yet love…
Still remains
Beneath the brume

Michael33

In Between

In Between

The dawn has not broken
Through the darkness
The darkness has not left behind
What yesterday brought to light
Yet in between
We find ourselves
In the darkness fore the dawn
Lingering in the wonder
Of tomorrow

Michael33

Rising Tide

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If I could see the light
Above the hole that I have dug
If I could change my coffee
Into wine inside my mug
If I could walk on water
And escape the rising tide
Perhaps I would not smile
Upon the drowning

If I could gather round me
All the thoughts that make me smile
If I could only linger
In the laughter for a while
If I could rise above it
Finding hope beneath the clouds
Perhaps I would not smile
Upon the gibbet

If I could feel the pain
Inside the soul that I have killed
If I could only breathe
Inside the poisons I have spilled
If I could walk away today
Inside another’s shoes
Perhaps I would not smile
Upon the fire

If I could see the light
Above the hole that I have dug
If I could turn my back
Upon the alcohol and drugs
If I could fly to distant shores
And find one trusted friend
Perhaps I would not smile
Upon the drowning

Please reach out to those who are searching...

Michael33

The Sound of the Sparrow

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The Sound of the Sparrow

We’ve always been here
Some of us just lingering in the silence
Like a soft rain on a Sunday morn
Awaiting the beautiful sound
Of the sparrow

Often we may linger
Only briefly fore your eyes
Like diaphanous hues of dawn
Awaiting the sun

We’ve always been here
Some of us just lingering in the stillness
Like moonlight cross a fathomless sea
Reaching for the depth
Of what’s unknown

Often we may wander
Past the corner of your eye
Like shadows from the lamplight
Awaiting dawn

We’ve always been here
Some of us just lingering in repose
Like the muse upon the mountain top
Awaiting the beautiful sound
Of the sparrow

Michael33