It Starts Here

It starts here
in this very room
where silence pervades
and a gentle breeze blows
that magic and mystery blends
as the pen starts to trace its steps
gliding, dancing, creating its spells
from nothing comes a thought, that flows
into words that goes and on and on
until the mind is spent
and the ink stops flowing

-The Elusive Scribe 02162017-


Stay Awhile

Will you stay awhile and listen to these words
That tumble haltingly from trembling lips?
Will you stay and hear what I have to say?
That in this vast ocean of flowing life
you’re the heart that this one seeks,
though trepidation always forms when eyes
touches yours even in a glance
a split second of happiness before darkness descends
that sudden warmth that tingles from fingertips
as they launch into writing a script meant
from the heart of hearts that yearns
that even for a moment you’ll stop and listen
to the song that someone is singing for you
and understand that you’re not the only one
who is alone in this crowded world

-The Elusive Scribe 02102017-


We Are No Longer Dreamers

We are no longer dreamers of this land
we refuse to listen with our hearts
and our eyes are already blinded
Our thoughts are starting to fade
as we simply follow the tide
Where are the dreamers? The fighters?
The thinkers?
Where are our voices that we used to speak?
Where is the hunger that drives us?
Is this our moment of forgetfulness,
of being washed away into nothingness?
Or is still there a tiny spark of life
waiting to be fanned into brilliant
and blinding light that can banish the shadows
of what we have become today?

-The Elusive Scribe 02082017-




As Always

Lovers have darkened her doorstep,
flowers they showered her with
and between the sheets they whispered
that she was the only one they need

As always tears had come and stained her cheeks,
now they’ve dried though some still cling
upon her lashes like misty dewdrops
waiting, waiting to fall

And from the darkness garbled love songs play
echoing her sadness, enhancing her loss
for as the music plays she’s still alone
waiting for her lovers though no one came at all

-The Elusive Scribe 02062017-


What Do You See?

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What do you see as you lie in bed
underneath the covers, the lights gone dead?
Do you see the shadows creeping,
stretching their broken fingers upon your feet?
Or do you see the crack of light
under the door fading into nothingness?
What do you see as your imagination runs wild,
as you lie alone, shivering in the cold?
Do you see a shadow form, blacker than the night,
watching you from the corner of the room?
Or do you wonder whether there is something
hiding ‘neath your bed?
What do you see, child? What do you see?

-The Elusive Scribe 02042017-


Remember the Night

Remember the night when our eyes collided
in the swirling chaos of the city
the space that opened, a path to each other
left us rooted to the ground, hearts’ ignited
it felt like a lifespan but it lasted only moments
until we’re swept up once more by life
and its mysterious machinations
a part of you lodged in me as I in you
a brief moment in the night when we became one
and in a blink of an eye, we were gone

-The Elusive Scribe 02032017-


Sun Dance

Gentle does the breeze blow
caressing this upturned face
to the sun god made abeyance
as the blades of grass dance
swaying to the song of the wind
flowing down the ridges
of the mountains to the plains
to where a speck of soul
breathes in the joys of freedom
turning and turning
in her own little world
arms wide open ready to embrace
the dawn of a new day
with the sun melting away
the coldness of yesterday

-eamarifosque 02012017-


Read Me

Read me with trembling hands
tracing the shape of my eyes that see
the beauty that you’re hiding from me
let your lips glide across mine
a whisper’s breadth in between
trembling fingers flow hesitantly
upon curves and valleys hidden
read me as you would your secrets
carefully, and with reverence
unfold me gently and we’ll go exploring
you and me in the darkness and light
we’ll find the fire that we yearn for

-The Elusive Scribe 01312017-