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Starlight

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Peeping from the darkness that envelope the skies
a flutter of light, faint from its distance
a signal, a beacon, a warrior
against the shadows, it raises its banner
calling through space and beyond worlds
for other stars to lend their shine
to break the cloak of impenetrable darkness
bringing starlight to eyes upturned
to the heavens, waiting for hope

-TheElusiveScribe 01262017-

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Drowning in Your Eyes

You drag me into the inky darkness
of your eyes that seem to reflect
the infinite dance of the stars
that coalesce into fragments
of your broken soul.
I’m drowning in the beauty of your sadness
that echoes deep inside
resounding loud and clear
the same sorrow that reside
in the very depths of me.
I’m falling into the deep pools of your eyes
their gaze holding me fast
restraining me as I tried to free myself
from the trap laid out before me.
I’m lost as your eyes penetrate
the secrets I keep within me.
How easy it is for you to unravel me
my thoughts, my words you took
without having to say anything.
I am drowning, drowning in your eyes
and there’s no one to save me
except you.

-The Elusive Scribe 010314-

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Lighthouse

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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?

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Nightmares

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-

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Waiting

Well, it was fun being part of the NaPoWriMo experience and I would gladly do it again. I’m surprised that I was able to write poems on a daily basis. I guess I will keep at it for the rest of the year. 🙂

Here’s my final piece for this month. Enjoy!

Waiting

Waiting in silence, waiting in darkness.
The lights are turned off while the moon is full,
everything is in place except for you.
Where you are, I don’t have a clue.
Still I sit, waiting patiently for a glimpse of you.
The night deepens its hold on the sky,
and the stars have come alive,
but there is still no sign of you.
And yet here I am still waiting.
Waiting like a stone statue that watches,
never moving yet being torn apart by winds of time.
Waiting still even when the night gave way
to the day that creeps from its hiding place.
Waiting without thought
just hoping against hope.

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-The Elusive Scribe 043013-

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To Us

 

We bend hundreds of illusions
to form our own reality,
to cover these broken steel frames
that surround us underneath the starlit skies.
Our dreams spread out into space
are like stepping stones hanging in limbo
floating and unsure of what the future can bring.

We bleed in silence for the hurts
that break our quiet travels,
from old lovers and the new ones
we carve their names on distant memories,
to depart from our presence
and be buried in far flung spaces,
never to be unearthed yet forever remembered.

We love like the distant stars
that shine with such glorious abandon,
diamonds of the night we are
precious souls searching for one another
hoping that one day we will find
our hands wrapped around each other.

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