I thought I might post a few things I've written over the past year that I never published on here. So here goes.
"We Watched the Night Light Up With Fire"
That night we caught a glimpse
Of Beauty's elusive silhouette,
We shadowed his footprints
Through a corridor of trees
Whose branches pointed above,
Behind, below--each a broken compass
Confusing our sense of direction.
Autumn air rushed in our windows,
Weaving its song around us.
Our speakers blared the scat
Of Dave Matthews, but we heard
Beauty's song above the beat
--he sang like a male siren
Luring us into his secretive embrace.
He led us to the overlook
Where we lit match after match,
Pleading with the heavens to still
The damp wind long enough
To ignite the tobacco in our pipe.
Attempt number twenty-five
Bore the cheers of success.
We sat cross-legged on your station wagon
Like statues lost in a sanctuary
Of crickets, each chirp in time
With our heartbeats. They whistled
The solace of Beauty's song,
Enveloped us with peace so sweet
We could almost taste it.
Subdued by the strange mist
Sliding down the mountain like
A slow stroke of worship
Across piano keys, our words
Emerged slowly from our depths,
Swirling in the air around us,
Creating smoke signals of their own.
Beauty breathed on us behind trees,
Enchanting us with perfumes of pine,
Mesmerizing our minds with his scent.
The mountains helped the trees point
Us north to the stars shrouded
In silky midnight fabrics,
Hiding away, unlike city lights.
We looked up to see the eyes
Of heaven timidly peeking down
On us, as if peering through poked
Holes in the sky. The natural
Light in their eyes shined into
Our souls like lanterns in a storm.
We trusted their luster as unwavering.
As I searched for their faces,
I wondered at the mystery of hidden
Beauty. Stars shied away while city gleams
Flaunted their jewels like gypsies
Dancing at the base of the mountain.
The capriciousness of their flare
Made me wish to blow them out like candles.
How I wished to be a steady mountain,
Or a luminous glint humbly light the path
For the wanderer like me lost in the forest
Where trees point every which a way.
But now I burn with the revelation
That I will always be the wanderer
Racing after Beauty through the thick of time.
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"See All the Pigs Dressed in Their Finest Fine"
Sitting on the edge of the lake,
We watched as it grew darker
With every descended inch
Of the glowing sun. The moon
Shown silver in it's place,
Casting images of ghost ships
On the mirrored glass before us.
I listened to you speak of your past,
Sitting as still as that wise man
In the Heart of Darkness who looked
Like Buddha on the sprawling yawl.
You told me you casted your pearls
To swine who couldn't keep you--
Now they wear your finest fine.
Your reveries reeled through me.
Revealed secrets of your own
Helped me realize the fools
I once chase, the swine who
Wore stolen pearls of mine,
Who flaunted the once loved
Treasures I wore around my own neck.
I used to wear them like the belt of truth--
Those white orbs delicately graced
My collar bone with purity.
Tugged in all directions, the chain
Broke, and the pearls scattered from my neck
Into the hands of thieves.
They laughed raucously while catching them.
That night served as therapy for me,
You the unknowing shrink--
Those rocks of rose quartz, my couch
Where I sat properly healing
My past, consoling my soul
Next to the fire you fed with driftwood.
That night was a miracle--water turned to wine.
When we had our Ulysses moment,
Standing side by side, shin-deep
In the shallow waters, I started to see
New pearls floating along the current.
Scrambling to snatch them up, one by one
I strung them back around my neck
And there they have stayed as my own.
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More to come later...
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