Desolate Marvel

Listen, can you see it?  This trivial mess that lays before.  The uncertain day comes like a winter storm in the middle of summer.  Where peace climbs to reach the top, chaos runs the race faster.  Caught in the undertow that drags me from shore, I am lost in the chaos.  Unfamiliar is my new home and isolation surround's me.  My chains keep me at bay and my past bullies me from moving on.  With so much pain, my heart hesitates to beat.  My tears fall like broken glass into an ocean of regret.  Where are you?  Are you there?  I need rescue, and I'm caught here at a point of confusion.  I’m tossed and thrown around like my very being is null and void.  I cry out for a hand so I can grip, but alas it remains empty.  This is the song I sing and it will be my brand every day.  The darkness takes hold as I fall beneath.  Sorrow abounds and the chains greet me with open arms.  The clouds sing their intense songs and dreams manifest into nightmares.  Fear kisses my forehead and claims me as its own.  Where is the hope?  Why did it desert me?  Failure pulls my strings as I dance the dance of past mistakes.  I’m in a constant free fall from light…no wings…no hope in sight.  Goodnight my desolate marvel…

Winters Door

Winters Door

I hear the silence running here and there.  The Snowdrops in this Wintery Dreamland fall into solace. The unknown lurks from the shadows of playful sunlight, mischief follows in close pursuit.  A lonely door stands in the middle of the wonderland of snow; trees obscuring any hope that may remain.  Darkness abounds as it were predetermined by the inner depths of the universe.  The stars that sit in their spots of eternity, weep for the misdeeds of the rest.  Moreover, the sanctum sanctorum that we head for, it is not in any less of the word “good” but a fable introduced to lead astray the very ones it intended to devour all along.  This is translucent at its most high.  The time has come for a return unseen.    

The door opens, the weeping sound of church organs sustained, carry on forever and flows freely on.  The sun stuck in twilight as something emerges from the door.  The snowdrops stop and silence takes its rightful place as He exits.  Simple in his own right nothing extraordinary.  He slowly closes the door and as he turns a wolf sits in front of him.

“Welcome home.” The wolf smiles.

With the tip of his cap and a smile in return,  he pets the wolf and then gives a hug.  To an old friend and companion, this gesture very much welcomed. 

          “Gone far too long, and of course winter.”  The man expresses gazing out into the beauty of the winter twilight. 

The peace that ensued was unlike any other, comfortable familiarity drapes around them. 

          “Are you ready?”  The wolf asks.

The smile from the man continues as if he’s experiencing wonderment all for the first time.  He closes his eyes and listens to the ambient noises and takes them in like air. 

          “I am.  I’m here to stay for good, this time, because my story isn’t quite finished.” The man finally replies.

He looks into the wolf's eyes and sees the cosmos in all of its glory.  The feeling of guilt now clouds his mind.  The way he left, believing it was a happy ending…but it wasn’t the end.  No story is ever complete. 

A return unseen, back to where it all began in the snow and with a wolf…