A Cold Wind Moving

Felt like
A cold wind moving
Hollow reeds on dripping bank
Brace, step three feet left
Resume
Fog lifts
Breathe
Guided by
The brightest star
Only
Soon seen as
Just a streetlight
Rising above the rest

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When at Last I Finally Rise

When at last I finally rise
Toward the wide azure skies
I will leave this all behind
I will wait until I find…

Perhaps it will be as a light
Or as a darkness
Or will it finally melt away
The distance between the two
Exposing in the absence
What had been there all along.

An Elusive Clarity

The dying sun
Casts the city skyline into a crimson hue
And for a moment
Everything else fades away
And I am left searching for my lungs
Searching for the feeling I know is there
But cannot quite place into words
A sentimental sort of glow
That makes its way through my body
From my head all the way down
Into the base of my being

I return
Suddenly
Climbing the hill out of downtown
And back to the place that I call home
Aware once more
Of all the ugly pieces of life I try to forget
Aware that I am still so far away
That everyone else is even further
And that nothing real exists in this twilight age

But I have lived another day
And soon I will rest once more
Content at least in knowing
That not everything is grey and dead
As I am sometimes led to believe
But rather
That the world is filled with secrets and hidden beauty
Sunsets which may elicit moments of wonder
And even the melancholic recession thereof
From which is derived
An elusive clarity
Restoring balance
That I might not be lost to but rather reflect on
What has been
So that what is still to come may be enjoyed just the same

A Purpose to Be Earned

You keep searching for the answers
But the answers aren’t enough
What good is searching for the answers
When the questions never stop?

There is something in the silence
The moments in between
The words that leave out of your mouth
And the visions to be seen.

What if what you’re really seeking
Isn’t answers to be learned
But rather a reason to keep asking them
A purpose to be earned.

Tired

Woke up tired
So long
So long ago
Been so many nights
Sleeping alone
How many more
Don’t really know

Just want to say
Don’t know what to say
Wish it weren’t this way
Wish it weren’t today

I’ve been walking steady
But I am going nowhere
I’ve been getting ready
For what?
I don’t know, nor care
You’ve been in my head
But there’s not anyone else there
I’ve been feeling dead
But I still feel like I have something to lose
Is it true?
If so, what do I need to do?
To prove
That life is a choice
I want to choose it
With you

A broken record still plays a tune
A barred window still lets the light through
Your heart may feel barren
And mine at times too
But that doesn’t mean anything
How I wish that you knew
I may be tired
But my dear I’m not tired of you