Monday, September 29, 2008

Driftwood

The tide of time has washed me away.
I sail beyond, to the unknown.
Will there be new shores beyond yon horizons?
The wretched past stretches behind me;
A panorama of memories that will soon ebb away,
As time and tide washes me afar, towards the unknown.

Old ties tug at my heart.
They stretch beyond vision, beyond memory, beyond time.
I try to sever them but my flailing arms grasp nothing, only air.
But from yonder comes a whiff,
Of a fragrance once known,
Of a familiar touch.

The mind sails away to the beyond.
The heart washes ashore oncemore.

Sunday, September 28, 2008

Cold Burn

Is it hypocrisy that when I finally do hear all that I always wanted to hear....it all sounds like a bunch of lies? Can I be truly so cynical, or is it possible I have turned so hollow inside that all that is good is merely an act for a more sinister ulterior motive. Am I so inured to the lack of sincerity that it has ceased to exist.

How vocal is too vocal, how much silence is deafening?

Am I merely numb or is it too late to FEEL again?

Transferred Epithet

Halting steps.
Reluctant heart.
Old wounds.

New possibilities.
Undying hope.
Fresh starts.

Halting starts.
Reluctant steps.
Undying heart.
Fresh hope.
Old possibilities.
New wounds?