Raven

I am tired
So very tired
But of what
I do not know.
Still, I see the waters
Grow brackish
And the sun settles
Behind shadows.
I feel the chill world
Move slower and slower
On its cosmic gears.

I hear crying
Somewhere far off
But coming nearer.
I think she may be a grieved lover
Or the beansidhe
The fairy woman
Who cries when no one else will.

When my touch fails to spark
Will you cry
Or let the sun set?
Who am I to make you choose?

When we walk these cold, cold streets
When the ghosts scream around us
Are you afraid my soul will blow away
And join the ghouls about us already?

Will you dream of me when I'm gone
Or will nightmares ride your mind
On mahogany raven's wings?

If I entreat entry
At your chamber door
Will you let me in?
Or will you let
The warm tears flow over me?
It'll shrink my cloths
So the biting wind
May bite a bit deeper

The music doesn't sound anymore
You think I never listened
But I heard the lilting lullabies
I remember the angst-rock
The singer screaming futilely at fate
And loss.

Remorse doesn't tangle this place
What sense could I have of it?
Am I supposed to be sad
Over something that's bound to happen anyway?

Escapism is the key
It always has been.

Are we still chasing rainbows?
Or is it all gray again?

Will my ashen skin fail
When the blood flows again?
Does ash dissolve in blood?

Can you see what your sweet misery
Has done to me?
Can you feel my body draw
The heat from the room?
I can't feel it anymore
I did when it started
But it's made me numb now.

Whose life is this anyway?
Is it really my sun that's gone?
Or is the world of someone else
Ending?

Touch me if you do not fear the chill
But know
I cannot hear your voice
All I hear is sobbing
Far off
But getting closer
Touch me
But don't block my sight.
In the fading light
I want to see her
The beansidhe
The one who cries for me.
She brings a raven
To block the remaining rays.
She'll raise me from this cold place
And I will go with the ghosts

I will have my fairy woman
And we will play in fields of ebony
Beneath skies of purest white
Here the raven's will never fly
And the sun will never set
And my fairy woman will sit
Content and smiling
And will no longer have to cry.

Angels

Talking with you
The chime of your voice
Each syllable
Pure poetry


To watch you move
A girl of grace
You must be an angel
And yet I don’t see the wings

Still you soar

Motes

Little motes of ice
Hang in a stray sunbeam
Lost in a pause
That stands for all eternity
Hanging there
Held up by golden light
Never to thaw
Never to melt
Just to hover there before the window

Basking in the golden light.

Old Song

Can you hear the music sing?
Words and hymns riding the wind
Telling of times long ago, before we forgot
The magic, the fey and the rest of that lot.


As children we saw the faeries fly
And were afraid to hear the beansidhe’s cry
We knew about the gnomes behind the shed
And the demons lurking beneath the bed
We loved this magic that we saw
The extension of imagination in the raw.


But now our minds are far too tight
Too secure in what we know is right
When we were children we heard the song
But our parents told us the tune was wrong.


Now our lives are too concrete
To clean, far too neat
So rare are the elves of the younger days
Invisible to us are the hidden ways.


It’s very sad to see this magic die
The last notes of the song are nigh
But if you listen in the ‘tween times
In your heart you’ll hear the lines
And all the rhymes and every note
This small fact gives me some hope
For as long as the faintest whisper is in the heart

We will always be tied to that magical spark.

Drop

Every drop of rain that falls
Is only just a small amount
Yet from that center
And radiating out and out
It changes the shape
Of the entire ocean

Scars

These scars you left
Are the language of my soul
Each a character
In the undying poetry
Of this tiring spirit

In SIlence

Bury me in silence
Cry none of your tears over me
Mourn not for a soul
Who has finally found peace
A wanderer finally at the end
Of a long and wearisome journey

On the Edge of Tongue

There is always something
Just on the edge of tongue
I choke it back
Because I must
But it still cries out to be spoken...

Fixed

There is no way to fix this
The horror playing out in my mind
A darkness to which
No light can be applied
Without itself being destroyed

Monster

I forgive you
For all the pain and nightmares
I forgive you
For a shattered youth
And broken mind
I don't know what possessed you
Way back when
To do such grievous harm
But I forgive you
I know you are not
What you once were
I am finally ready
To let it go
You are a monster no longer....

Vice

She doesn't know
How deep she strikes
Every time she speaks
Her silken voice
A vice and poison
I'd happily ingest

Demon Rising

I feel him take hold again
Inside my brain
Infecting my heart
The demon is rising
Up through the shadows
To once again
Eclipse the sun
He looks through my eyes
Shows me the world
In colors of decay
He haunts my dreams
And promises me only agony

I Don't

I can say I don't adore you
And live with the pain it brings
I can say I don't love you
And let my crippled heart
Beat its tired dirge
I can say I don't need you
But I think I do
And that is a lie
I simply cannot tell myself

Naught more then words and paper
Naught more then ink
I am lost in labyrinthine language
Trying to express what I think....

Faint of Heart

In a moment of weakness
You looked my way
And left me faint of heart
To look around
At the grime and dirt
Longing for the greener grass
On your side of the bridge
But in crossing I realized
I left too much behind
And could not burn this bridge
As I must
So I turned
And left you lonely
With tears in my eyes
I return to where I came
Content, I suppose
To look to your side
Sigh, and take a moment
To be faint of heart

Beautiful Soul

And now the sun has begun to sink
Bringing the night to blanket
This beautiful soul
I sing a final serenade
You sing your final dirge
I shall fly to meet the stars
And ride with the moon across the sky