Morning Quietly Waiting
Quietly waiting, dew upon its skin.
Nature waits patiently for the day to roust and begin.
The stirring of the canopy, lifting of the fog.
Twilight drifting over the moss and the logs.
As the sun breaks the stillness and light fills the sky.
Birds end their silence and lift their songs as they fly.
Cadence of the morning fills the dawn with sweet delight.
A gentle beckoning to those lost in the night.
When sunrises and moonsets no longer quicken my heart,
When the kiss of spring no longer provides a fresh start,
When laughter no longer improves my attitude,
When the last breath crosses lips turned blue,
When the love once shared travels ahead of you,
Pile the pyre high with scented juniper and cedar,
Pile a lifeless me in amongst the tinder,
Pile regret and apologies not yet surrendered,
Pile unrealized dreams that life hindered,
Pile careless words too late to take back once rendered,
…and burn me.
Release the spark to birth the flame,
Release your heartache and such black trappings,
Release the sorrow that darkens the dawn,
Release all weight and let burdens be gone,
Release the knowledge and be happy that at last my soul flies free,
…by burning me.
The ruin of tomorrow lay disintegrating at your feet
Hope, slashed, lays bleeding with defeat
Devastated and lonely the light fades away
Darkness descends as sadness weighs
The soul sinks with its burden of lies
The moment passes quickly, forgotten, it dies
There Were Nine
There were nine, now down by eight,
a lone dragon to guard the gate
A harp of gold to serenade, a plane of flowers to pollinate
Cry of warning before the thought stagnates
When life and death fail to mitigate