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
Your lips that kiss cold cheeks tonight
shall be a boon to soul seeking its rightful home,
upon the heaven where freedom lies
from flesh and all its earthly ties.
Your hands shall beckon from the darkness
souls seeking rest,
from their weary travels upon this earth,
and by your leave they’ll go on a final trip
to a place where they once belong.
-The Elusive Scribe 091613-
Locked behind steel bars that surround me,
cold and uncaring, holding me within.
Wings clipped so I can’t fly free, all that I do is sing in my misery.
I can taste the sweetness of the air, every time they put me by the window.
Watching tree tops sway and dance with the breeze,
ruffling my feathers that’s all I’ll ever feel.
The smell of damp earth filling my senses,
as raindrops start to fall from storm clouds they call home.
Yet not a single drop do I get to taste,
as I sit inside my lonely cage.
How wonderful it would be to dance in the rain,
but I am not my own master, for I am locked away.
All that I could ever do is gaze forlornly by the window,
dreaming of flying free along with the butterflies and bees.
Hoping one day I’ll taste the sweetness called life,
beyond these steel bars which I am imprisoned in,
singing songs of beauty, life and love,
instead of humming tunes that breaks this lonely heart.
-The Elusive Scribe 072613-
and when the morning comes i shall hope,
that the day will come and bring me a smile,
the one thing i needed the most in these dark times.
for in the weeks that passed my face was obscured by
darkness i could not keep away,
where even the light i hoped would come and shine,
failed to penetrate the shadows of gloom i wore.
i could not see what the future holds for me,
because i don’t feel anyone cared for the hurts i bear,
for even in the midst of living i feel like i’m already
and yet, here i am hoping that the morrow will come,
bearing changes that will make me smile,
and banish these doubts that cling to my very being.
saving me from myself and the miseries i live with,
freeing me from this prison cell i’ve been locked up
for so long,
and to allow me to live the dreams i often bring,
on those nights when i cry myself to sleep.
-The Elusive Scribe 061613-
Caught in between two worlds coalescing,
a shimmering veil restricting,
a clouded mind restraining,
muddled thoughts from escaping.
Escape denied, thoughts now in mourning,
the loss of freedom, hence slowly dying.
A storehouse of dreams finally fading,
into the desolate darkness of forgetting.
– The Elusive Scribe 040613-