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-




Down the Hole







Dive down into the hole
where shadows of the night reside
bury yourself deep into the ground
embrace the sands of time

Burrow further into land
shelve your secrets in the dark
then leave your sins behind
come back into the light

-©The Elusive Scribe 040814-



Shut the Door









Shut the door, shut it tight
let not the shadows come in tonight.
The room is awash with the warmest light
by candle flames that shine with might.

Don’t crack the windows open, don’t you dare,
cold’s fingers will come so beware
when they snuff the flames will you care
as darkness envelopes you in its snare?

Huddle closer to the warmth of the flames
don’t get drawn by the night’s enticing games,
even when it beckons know that it aims
to eat your soul just like it claims.

Shut the door, shut it tight,
stay away from the shadows tonight.
They come, they come, to steal your light,
leave you with your sorrows before you can take flight.

-©The Elusive Scribe 021814-


Where Will Your Feet Take You Today








Where will your feet take you today
now that you’ve lost your bearings,
floating without a compass to guide you,
alone in the endless sea of uncertainty?

Where will your feet take you today
now that you’re walking on your own,
the familiar hand holding yours is gone
leaving empty spaces between your fingers?

Where will your feet take you today
now that you’re surrounded by the shadows,
the light is slowly going dimmer by the minute
would you find an end to your wanderings?

-©The Elusive Scribe 021414-









The absence of your touch
stilled this beating heart
hardening in the silence
where your voice used to echo
among the dreams that reside
behind closed eyes at night.

Cobwebs of forgetfulness
blended with the shadows
dulling once bright eyes
now vacant in solitude
filling up with tears
that cascade in torrents.

No more room for warmth
the fire has already burned down
the coldness of abandonment
left this heart a derelict
adrift in the endless sea
of forgotten memories.

-The Elusive Scribe 120413-



2013-10-24 17.01.38







Where’s the light that once showed me the way,
the path leading to your embrace?
The stars are gone and the moon’s asleep,
where o’ where are you my lighthouse dear?

Where’s the light that comes from deep within?
only darkness ensues, you melt with the shadows.
How can I find the door to your heart,
when you blend with the night, leaving my sight?

Where’s the light that you used to hold,
the one that draws me deeper into you?
Can it be that you’ve doused the fire that burns,
leaving me with nothing but an empty lighthouse?

-The Elusive Scribe 102413-


By the Shadows


By the shadows I shall wait,
for a scent or sight of you,
that will conjure forbidden images
reflected back in these dark pools
I call my eyes.

I shall wait unmoving, not breathing,
lest I scare you with the slightest movement.
Leaving me with nothing,
not even a hair strand of you.
Fingers clutching nothing but thin air.

I will hide in the shadows as I wait,
weaving dreams made from gossamer strings,
to ensnare both your mind and body,
so I can take you back home with me.

I can be patient, I can be still,
I can wait for eternity if fate allows it to be.
But I know it won’t be long now,
before your feet lead you back to me.

And as your gentle feet take you into the shadows
so shall I be there to welcome you back.
With strings hung from every corner of the walls,
glittering in the night, waiting to embrace you all.

I shall wait in the darkness, waiting for you to stop.
You will enter my home and lie on your deathbed
and I will dine like a queen, slowly savoring my meal,
for your tasty flesh shall be the best feast
my mouth will slowly savor tonight.

-The Elusive Scribe 081213-



creeping shadows that slither and slide,
on cracks and spaces on the edges of a dream.
transforming themselves into nightmares
only the mind can conjure in its sleep.
devilish eyes with gap toothed grins
dragging souls screaming into the night.
calling for help, crying to the heavens,
but the stars only twinkle in their silence.
afraid to shine bright to dispel the shadows
that come to claim the dreams of dreamers
in their precious sleep.
stuffed in mouths greedy with hunger
for dreams that are ripe for the taking.
they munch and grind harvested souls
through chipped teeth stained with
fading memories and decaying dreams,
until all that is left of them is dust taken by the wind.

-The Elusive Scribe 071213-


If I could chase those shadows that flit and float
behind those dark brooding eyes of yours,
I will capture them and disperse them into the light
to banish the hidden pains and hurts that I saw
as I gaze upon the naked truth I read from your eyes.

If I could take away the doubts and fears that fill your heart,
I will gladly rip them from their tenacious hold
then mend the scars they leave behind.
With caring and loving hands I bear
until the bleeding stops and you’re ready to heal.

If I could remove the sadness that you bear on stooped shoulders,
I will cast them aside so you can look up with a smile.
For I know the burdens you carry are heavy,
but need I remind you that you’re never alone
no matter how you push me aside?

-The Elusive Scribe 062613-


The Murmurs


In the dead of the night I hear,
whispers made by the shadows near.
I can catch phrases in between the din,
piecing them together feels like a sin.

The language of the shadows may not be for mere
mortal’s ears,
but I can catch their murmurs with my blossoming
Even while I’m hidden under my blanket shivering,
the cacophony of the sounds they make is still echoing,
against the stillness of the night that moves ever so
leaving me with the mutterings of the shadows that
appear so ghostly.

I try to close my eyes and pretend to sleep,
but the shadows know how to make me weep.
With their silent presence that bores down on me,
I feel like my eyes will no longer be able to see,
the light of day I always welcome with glee.

But wait, the strength of their murmurs is starting to
like the distant stars that are becoming unmade.
Their echoes are starting to dwindle in my head,
or maybe because my soul they took from me and now
I’m dead.

-The Elusive Scribe 050313-