Though one must wonder,
What is he waiting for?
He sees what he can never call his own.
He sees her held by another,
Who is not his brother,
She is not a he,
So where does that leave me?
This is an older one from 2009 I wrote about a girl I used to have a crush on who’s a lesbian. Man was I disappointed when I found out. lol
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Its first of four heads is raised
As it takes off its winter cost.
The song of spring is played,
And through the air that floats,
Awakening its second head.
Its three horns new life brings.
This one falls asleep appearing dead,
The third one, a song of summer sings.
The three summer horns:
The most prominent of which is heat,
followed by the wind and storms,
We wait for its passing, we take a seat.
It’s now laid down. The fourth head, Fall,
And its horns telling the earth to sleep,
Rises up to herald the end of all,
And within our minds keep,
Caution. For the beast of seasons
Is no lover of man.
Who to the earth commits treason.
It will eat him if he can.
This one is about nature and time and how if we’re not careful it will slip away from (eat) us. Nature/time is no respecter of persons. The four heads are the four seasons, each head has three horns, the twelve months of the year.
Almost lost in this landscape of the night,
I’m counting on you to be the one to,
Lead me back home, guided by your hearts light.
Before I leave there’s something I must do,
But how can I when I can’t remember?
Now this late at night, or is it morning?
I’m certain I’ll know before December.
But not before this landscape so boring,
Nearly stole me away from your light, dear.
I remember! I must simply return.
Now leaving this night, cast aside your fear!
Hear this promise and into your mind burn:
I’m forever yours, here unto the end.
Even if I fall into the night again.
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Basking in the cool lights of blue and green,
One late night in autumn and her promise
Of heavens lights in the north to be seen.
Her end complete, and I thank her for this,
The lights in front, the stars, dancing behind.
The moon tells us the sun gives his blessing.
One bright, falling star gives challenge to find
Ourselves tonight our wishes confessing.
In the midst of this cold and calm, some clouds
In this late hour of night, give us pause.
The white snow, now falling, creates a shroud;
The lights, a play, the clouds, a curtain drawn.
I say goodnight as fall to winter blends,
I’ve my own flames and lights at home to tend.
This one is a re post, I decided to re post it as I finally found a picture of the northern lights to go along with the first few lines as originally intended. Enjoy 🙂
One can only wonder why,
And what franks does with all his time.
And what he might do someday
If hes invited again to play.
But what if when hes so far
And should only return to mar,
The face, the soul inside of me.
Then I wont care again to see.
I would tell him that hes missed,
But that’d be lying, I live in bliss.
I know that there so far away
Is somewhere that frank will stay.
I looked at her and saw a soul,
Staring back from within a hole,
So deep and dark and full of despair,
You might think to find no light in there.
But her face hid this all so neatly,
Just for the meeting her one wouldn’t see
Everything that she was hiding
Beneath the surface almost despising.
I saw that her soul looked like mine.
And that she had suffered the same kind,
Of lies about escape and so,
What little I saw let me know.
Though I can never say a word,
Let my prayer to You be heard.
I hope that she has let go of that past,
Though just by looking,
I doubt that its going to last.