Denial of Loss
Desperation rising in heart 
Denial of the impossible
Passage of time,
Destined life.
Run

Break away from denial
fiery feelings
Dare not be weak
run from it
no acceptance
Go

Still as a rock, considering choices
Bargain with the almighty
Bring time back now
Desired by me
Please almighty
Illusions

depressed, alone, away, miserable
Winter feelings clench my heart
No light, no hope, no time
Void of darkness
Come back
Nothing

I know what this means now
the innocence is gone forever

Locked away in time
weighs heavy in the heart
happy or sad,

This is life’s game
acceptance

 

 

 

 

 

I'm walking on dust
soft, grey, light, and striking.
Under my feet,

I walk on dust that’s magic
I'm walking on magic.
Though flowing like a river,
strong like mountains.
Under my feet, I walk on magic.

I feel like I can do anything.
My mind’s like a space,
filled with ideas in the place of planets,

Pictures and memories,
in the place of stars.
I walk on dust.

In the midst of shadows and light,

I see nothing but dust
In the midst of fire and ice,

I am utterly calm
A void lurks within the heart of stone
Its depth, soon, matches the masses
I march on to the rhythm of empty hearts,

I walk on dust that’s magic
I'm walking on magic.
A peak under the mask 
Enveloping faces in light
Mind, reprogrammed, reconstructed, reconstituted
My vision, once grey 
Reveals shades, then hues
It hurt the eyes and excites the mind
Eye grows wide,
Heart pounds,
A thunder storm brews over
Gazing at the light that dances over the azure
The void vanishes
Heart beats, calmly now
Mind tingles
Flowers grow in place of the spaces
The past burns to cinders
A prism scatters out of the eye,

Projecting on the walls
Painting a new realm

Out of the dust that

That sailed out the magic box

The dust that boons wishes

Fills spaces with smiles

People emitting beams of joy.

Walking on dust

Dust with magical chattels.

People begin to glow in happiness

And express,

About little things,

Like birds with wings,

Guitars with strings,

We all walk on dust

Dust that’s magic.

 

Magical words persuaded a feathered quill
to flow nimbly into rambling ink
Scattered in phrases and lines upon pages
incredibly enabled to link, 
Strange are the destinations
Chosen by ink and the quill,

But now here I am rewriting the future,
Stranger are the tales
Woven by destiny.
Sentimental characters yielded to ivory linen
Pressed in a taste of forever
Forming a bond, breathed in wonderful scents
Once inhaled, never to be severed
Spectacular merging savoured by hungry eyes
Relished by all tongues who read
Interpreting the magic flowing from splendid skill
From a quill’s sensational bleed
Many times you caught it,

Many times you watched it fall.
But the high rise proved gravity,

You let those letters go
all the words that cushion the wind

 Float like paper planes
and the hours and hours it took to write them

Never left the brain
left behind in a book 
on the shelf 
trapped away
Miles and miles of images 
reiterated time and again
Re cycling thought 
patterns repeat.
Repeat.
Oh, what rapturous wonder surges within
Quick minds interpreting the skill
Of a quill persuaded by those magical words
Flowing from a wordy spill
Writing cascading emotions of depths and reverie
Felt by countless stars and the endless sands of time
They are of words of absolute truth
An enigma of echoing thoughts
with the passion of smiles and tears
A puzzle in pieces of life
yet to be unravelled by untainted eyes
and souls beating of true heart
They are of verses of dramas
A hanging Light within the bounds
of magic and reality, of dragons and fires
Forever floating like drifting mist
carried by the everyday wind
never touching the mind of the stagnant stream
They are of tides of the setting sun
Rising and falling with man and the Moon
They speak of sunrise of a new dawn
Beyond the night of scattered lights
In the time of a burning candle

The setting of the dusk of the sun
will cast light upon the shadows of truth and dramas.