Selfspun Ropes

I promise I'm not lying.

Proclaim yourself free
But your freedom binds you.
The truth will end your garnished reason.
Reeking lies, falling further.

Like the beat of a clock.

And you wouldn't even know.

What do you feel tonight ?

Crimson and Amber

Imagine a swelling night
A night swelling into
Crimson and amber
The beaming rays of the eversmiling.

Dancing with the dust
On the golden pathway
From me unto you
Is the unchanging
Unlike the crimson and the amber leaves.

And howling beneath the moon
Is a longing to be there
Shining and shining upon

With You, Almighty Source of Love,
And with you, love.

Upon this amber shore
While crimson tinges our skin
And our hearts,
Our heart.

We are dancing with the golden dust.

This is what happens after goodnight.

Fresh stains before midnight.
A silence that I can see.
There is no door.
Or maybe no light.

Waves

I cannot see the sound
But I can hear you
This is it.

Black tar to black sky
The rain
Rain upon me.

Can you see the sound ?
I am finally sinking
And I will not drown again.

Oh, Portia, you were not blind.

Flowing in my mind
Your words are anchors
And I am the sail.
Not the wind.

Vast are you
Horizon in your voice
Sinking
Sinking before the beyond.

I'll begin
For tomorrow I will journey
An entire scene
Beneath the radiance
Unto yours.

For you will hold all I could not have
But had
Through the sighs
You whispered before you shut your eyes
And cradled the arcane within me
Without the knowledge

Of anything except this.

Yestertime

Today I seek,
And find naught but gaps bridged with hay.
Broken vibes with empty treasures.

Walking back
On no path at all,
Swimming on land,
Just to grow up with you.

Imay but once.
For I fear tomorrow
I will walk with the shadows once beautiful.

If you have gone,
I will go.
But if you remember,

We were once an army and a soldier.
Once a war and often a battle.

This is not what I thought it would be.

Damp floors upon which my footsteps fall.
Will I crawl into the light ?
Those fleeting moments of comfort,
I call a call to be heard.

Tho you are gone I still walk with you.

Though you are not here,
I still look for you.
In the embers of the blaze that shook me
And took me to your voice.

And your voice that held me so close to the silence between your words,
It was in the nothingness I'd hope to hear you say what you could not.

Now it is time for you to hear me
In the entirety of the flaws
Inscribed
In my silence.

Where I hear your voice and long for the silence
That could tell me what I wanted to hear.