Of What, I Am Not Certain

I remember when
Our eyes opened
With the rising of the sun

The smell of morning air
And a renewal that cannot quite be captured
In words
Can only be felt
But for a moment

I remember standing
Behind a frozen pane of glass
Staring out
Into a world of swirling white
Wondering
Whether there was still anything left at all
Beyond

There is a chill which lingers
In the air even in warm rooms
Waiting
Until finding its way
Straight through thick jackets
Shirts and flesh beneath
Straight to the core
Of what, I am not certain
For I have felt it so many times before
But cannot trace
From where it started
Nor when or where it ceased to be

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Something To Call Mine

Sunset, sunrise
The day;
Colliding with the night.
The light, the skies
The fire in your eyes
Burned bright
While I
Was standing by your side
Eyes wide
Until
You looked at me and sighed
And said
“Alright,
Let’s give this thing a try”
Inside
I died
In that period of time
Then was
Revived
Still not quite alive
But tied
At least
To something that just might
Incite
Alight
A will in me to fight
To strive
A drive
A goal to keep in mind
To bind
Define
A treasure, still inclined
To find
Hold high
Something to call mine

Another Day Has Passed

Another day has passed;
The Earth has turned once more
Around the sun,
The darkness swallowing the light
Giving way to the dark hours of the night
Illuminated only
By the glow of the silver moon.

The sounds of the waking world
Recede slowly
Making way for
The stillness of the empty hours
Between the dusk and the dawn.

In the silence
Life rests at last
As eyes drift closed
And dreams begin
To fill the vacuum that remains.

The Path We Prior Trod

It seems so long ago
The night sky glowed above on cloudless nights
Absorbed with fascination by wide and hopeful eyes
Each and every star filled
With purpose
With wonder
A line in a story which unfolded
Time and time again
Renewed once more at the setting of the sun

But it would seem
The sky is growing ever dimmer
Eclipsed by the artificial constructs that surround us
Illuminating and revealing the world in which we walk now
But in doing so
Casting the path we prior trod
Into mounting darkness

Into that Dark, Dark Light

I have been drawn
Into that dark, dark light
Too many times
Too soon

I must remember
The warmth of the summer sun
How it falls so effortlessly
On my grateful skin

I must remember
How very small I really am
And how little I have seen
Of what remains in store

When at last I am called
Into that dark, dark light
It will be a fluid motion
As the setting of the sun at the end of a full day

For there is a time for all things
I have watched dreams spring to life in the most hopeless conditions
Just the same as I have watched them wither and die despite best intentions and honest effort
All to be swallowed in the end by the unstoppable procession of time

Each and every night the sky is filled
With a billion shining stars
So many not but ghosts long departed
And so many distant bursts yet to reach our eager eyes

So I will remain
In the light of day
Until at last
My time comes
To fade
Into that dark, dark light