Light Dawns

Sometimes, my life can only be described as a series of Murphy's Laws.



Alas!

Eclipse

Hiding in the darkness behind my eyes,
in the whispers of my breath,
lost in the footsteps of my mind,
deafened by the beat of my heart,
sitting on the cold bare floor,
eyes towards my soul,
as the rats of guilt nibble,
at my feet of lead.

Here in the prison of my heart, chained by hope,



I am free.

Mining In Hell

Sometimes you can't help but marvel at the endurance of the human spirit. The way we fish for hope even in the midst of inevitability. The way we grope for morsels of happiness even in the abyss of gloom.


Like searching for breaths inside your coffin.

Hidden Cherries

In the maze of my heart,
Can't find where I hid,
That blossom of innocence,
That laughter of a fool.

Aches that I've forgotten,
Those gumboots drenched in mud,
The tickle of a soft feather,
That marbles glitter in the sun.

Running behind kites of joy,
Not knowing they are about to fall,
I peek into the dark room of my heart,
To find my last birthday candle.

Teach me all over again,
That wisdom can't breathe a smile,
That insanity is sickly sweet,
That dreams begin before you sleep.



Guess I'm still playing hide and seek with my soul.

Illusions Recreated?

Orphaned souls in a borrowed heaven.

Tangles

Sitting off the ledge,
looking out to the sea,
rise into nothingness,
as the wind tingles my bare feet.

I gaze at the moon,
and drift in the rain,
softly hum that song,
as tears give in to the pain.

Stories left to tell,
paths left to walk,
roses to be sent,
and fights to be fought.

Sometimes, I wish I had the guts to be afraid.

Borrowed Silence

If you look into someone's eyes to see your own, could you tell who's smiling?