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-
Behind the star lit skies there lies
a princess with wings crying in the night.
For she is waiting for her lover true,
who only comes when the moon is blue.
She knows he is the one for her,
but why is it taking him so long?
To come and brighten her world,
just like the way the sun does in the morning.
Her nights are all quiet and dark,
except for her star-lit lanterns that she hung
around her little cloudy castle,
to light his way back into her arms.
to describe what I see with my own two eyes,
of the beauty the morning sun brings
as it breaks the darkness as it wakes.
to describe what I can feel when I reach out to touch,
the things that surround me
in my own corner of the world.
to describe what I can hear whenever I close my eyes,
the music and laughter of the birds chirping,
and the way the wind whispers as it passes me by.
to describe the taste of life I am living at the moment
where love is ever present and comforting,
a special ingredient that I shouldn’t forsake.
-The Elusive Scribe 041313-
Mystical moon that lounges on glittering skies,
hear this lonesome creature’s pleas.
When night comes she begs of thee,
to grant her wishes if you please.
First grant her wish for a night that lasts.
Second, for the stars to come alive.
Third, for her lover true to stay.
And in that starry night they’ll dance
to their own music without sound.
Just two bodies merging as one,
mirroring each other,
by the grace of the moonlight.
And when the morning comes it will find,
a lonely creature bathed in delight,
holding the hand of her lover true,
and kissing idle lips with a tenderness so pure.
Her heart lies dormant beneath the floorboards of her hearth,
cold, lifeless, not beating.
No one knows why she walks about unfeeling,
even when the cold wind blows or the storms come.
She walks as if she’s not drenched from head to foot
nor riddled with icicles from her eyebrows to the tips of her hair.
An ice queen she is,
through and through.
And yet when the first rays of the sun of summer
pierces the frost that envelopes her being
you can see,
apple blossom cheeks,
lips as red as strawberries ripe,
her eyes glistening like morning dews.
And her heart, oh, how can you not hear her beating heart?
From the floorboards she removes her treasure,
and places it upon her chest.
And she is one with the morning sun,
and she dances to the tune of revelry
underneath the blossoming tree.
Gone is the ice queen replaced by her sister warm.
The summer queen has come and with her
the land opened up to the heat of the blazing orb.
That brings out the buds of seeds already sown,
and into the valley green the flowers bloom,
and the butterflies come in a haze of purple and blue,
and you know that the winter has ended,
and it is time to sing a merry tune.
– The Elusive Scribe 020513-