Various poems

[Wynken]

Some recent works of mine. The first two were written for (or rather by) another of my characters on a different RPG.

I recall when first we met
eyes wept in silent sadness
wrapped so delicate in tears
like sheer blankets flowing over mirrors
showing me only my own soul
and yet
they hold a fire no tear can hope to smother
as embers of the purest coal
caressed in flame's ethereal glow
they rest until the blowing wind
of memory are roused within
and then
they're left not discarded but restrained
in consciousness contained in wisdom
known to those of greater age.
Some believe I've seen the secrets of the heart
but in yours I read a tale I've never known
my own.
_______

There is beauty in mortality.
A casual urgency
in the knowledge that all of this will one day pass away,
and that we exist in brevity.

It's such a simple irony.
Our only certainty
is an unknown end, which grants us both a reckless need
and peace in our fragility.

Our course is through obscurity.
Such grand facility
of the illusion of purpose that all of those among us
seek to leave a legacy.

However...

There is nothing in eternity.
A final vanity
in the foresight that nothing fades, that all is free of change,
and remains in grand stability.

It's such a dreadful tragedy.
To see with clarity
that our every action, and that each decision, merely delivers us
closer to inevitablity.

The cursed move through infinity.
Such flawed divinity
removes all purpose, and shatters all illusion,
leaving only true calamity.

_______

In to gloom from lurid rest I come awake.
As vision clears I see no dusk nor dawn to break.
Fleeting are the cautioned thoughts that I forsake
as panic finds me.
Shallow darkness fills with my belabored breath.
I scratch the face of mysteries but they protest.
Frantic hands are stilled as hope is laid to rest
I shed a tear.
Comfort's stolen by the cold and splinter's sting.
Lamenting I've no latch to throw nor bell to ring,
I silence prayers and rent my faith, no hymn to sing
as darkness binds me.
My mind's at ease as I embrace its clever ruse.
On maddening verse my eyes are fixed for subtle cues.
Searching for what's hid betwixed those darkened hues
I shut my eyes.

[Wynken]

More recent poems...enjoy.

I’ll never forget how we found this place;
tall ships, soft kiss,
and we sailed away
in a state of grace.
Now when the stars reflect,
in your emerald eyes,
I know it’s ours to protect
from a world full of lies.
And as we stand at the precipice
of our new existance
the Earth sets
behind
the horizon of innocence,
and we're alone,
apart from resistance,
to hold in our hearts the wonder
that this is home.

Eighteen times we
sailed these celestial shores
while waiting for this one.

_________

The way you linger,
like a vapor, on my skin
it makes me sick.
And, as I breath you in,
the sin of it abhors me
and leaves my
moral sensibilities
undone.
Am I the only one
of us
still feeling all alone
because
I don’t think I can take more solitude.
I can’t fake this squalid love for you -
who’d let your veins
for moments in the sun.
And even as it set
once and for all,
while playwrights screamed
for curtain call,
I’m certain
that you’d fail to glean
the meaning from it all.

Still I need to feel
that burning in my lungs -
it keeps me young.
I know I'll miss this
once it's gone.
I've learned to suffer
from
your culture of
pretentiousness.
Though trite,
the lesson always was that
ignorance is bliss.

_________

“Pick up the pace”, I hear you say the ten-thousandth time,
so I sprint a minute until we’re side-by-side.
You check our time and speak of here and now,
and, though your voice is like a dream to me,
I’m intent on watching as these
yellow lines blur with white clouds;
turning tight rounds as they spiral out
from where the sky meets the ground.
And, as you tell me everything you need,
I wonder what we'll see when we reach the end.
Will the earth bend and continue on again
or abruptly stop?
“Don’t look back”, I think as I catch my breath,
and up ahead I can’t help but watch
as your hair sways at its shoulder length
in unison with the golden rays
of the sun as it rises on the horizon.
I run till I’ve caught up again
and maintain my thoughts:
perhaps, if we move fast enough,
impetus will stay with us
and we’ll keep a straight line.
And we’ll blur with white clouds
as we go hurtling out
and leave this place behind.
Then I hear, “pick up the pace have you heard me talking”,
and I reply, “I’m hurt and tired but don't stop walking”.

_________

in the silence of night
it was early June
as we said goodbye
i touched your face
so pristine
in the pale moonlight
and your grace
made me feel
that you’re too perfect to be mine
i’m sorry
i don’t remember what we said
just your silhouette
against a bed of stars
and life will never be as pretty
as it was just then
just before the world turned red
in the taillight of your car
but even if
the emerald in your eyes
no longer shines
i’ll see you as you were
not as you are
you’ll always be that moonlit girl to me
as if the clock had stopped at four