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Long Before You Grow to Hate

Her footsteps: a cascade of echos,
Down the halls, unearthly bellows.
Others flee in terror from an unknown fear.
One waits for her motives to be quite clear.
From under the door light betrays,
Where she stops to softly say,
“Come out to play my little one,
The day is over but the night is young.
Think not on the coming days,
Where I’ve to show you where your mind strays.”
She tries the lock, but I’ve planned it
To keep safe from such bandits.
She tries and tries and tries and tries again.
Lights return to normal it seems,
She leaves to find another it seems,
All too late I find I’ve made a grave mistake.
For as I planned and locked my door tightly,
There was a crack open just so slightly,
There to permit a small draft of cold air to enter my room.
As she had so many times before,
Ridden a cold draft beneath my bedroom door,
I swore to myself next time I’d not make the same mistake.
A cruel, cold laughter filled the air
And I, just sat frozen there as each other time she’d come and sing herself softly into my thoughts.
My ego death is nigh and I,
Feel my mind slipping by,
She takes hold of and steps into my mind one final time.
Her footsteps do not seem so painful
As my memory would have been able to remind me so and instill in me this fear.
She walks about and then sits down
She takes for herself a crown,
A crown that once belonged to me and says: “You’ll see, the night will pass and suns will rise
I may become something you dispise,
But long before you grow to hate
You’ll close your eyes and accept your fate.”

One More Sunset

Another sunrise, another day
Another chance to stay and say,
One more noon passes by
One more sunset to catch her eye.
She sees the road, the narrow path beyond,
It is just the same as any other dawn.
She wakes from sleep, though no rest found.
Most nights are spent dreaming
Of fears, of paralyzing past.
Memories through the years abound,
But not so many she would like to last.
The sun has set after a day of reviewing these,
She wonders if tonight is the night that she will find peace.

Seasons

Wind from another time and place.
Blowing in, revealing a different face.
One face to another that face did say:
Among the autumn leaves, come to play.
A sunset in fall before the winter snow.
One last embrace before the fading of hearts glow.
Far beyond springtime and those carefree days past,
Even summer had mourned and into shadows cast,
Any semblance, any thought that bore
Resemblance to a memory that one could not ignore.
Now here in autumn, waiting for the snow,
Praying winter, its face, it won’t forget to show.

A Song of Strings

A song is sung,
A day is done,
One more joyous memory spun.
A song of strings,
Relaxed musings,
Waiting for what next day brings.
Into the night,
Rest until bright
Dawn and new days morning light.
Drift off to sleep,
One less day I think.
The next,
A day to find memories to keep.

I love classical/instrumental music, my favorite being those pieces for violin and cello. One if my things is listening to those and thinking back on the day. Meditation to such music is such a relaxing experience.


Dreamer in a Dream

When the dreamer can only see what his dreams allow,
When the mortal can only be
What through their minds can plow,
The dreamer wakes to realize
That all his dreams may seem
Only what his conscious mind
Would safely want to see.
This illusion of a dream
And the night that takes us there,
The illusion of the daylight
And the waking time spent bare.
We are the makings of what dreams we see before fading into rust.
A dream within a dream? No matter. We’ll all soon turn to dust.

Her Reason Why

Once she had a thought.
Once she had strength,
Once there was a day at length.
And with that thought she,
Tried to escape on her own.
But few are they who can truly leave home.
No real attempt was made,
I’ll tell you why,
Her son gave her reason to try.
And try she does. Against all odds
She’s none the worse for wear.
There isn’t much for these winds and waves that she can prepare.
Forward to the future,
Leaving the past behind,
And abandoning those unkind,
She isn’t likely to quickly change her mind.
Still carrying scars and mending broken wings,
She awakes to a new day and sings.
What is scarred and broken is no burden,
When it’s so bright, what’s behind the next curtain.

Dawn Breaks

So this day begins.
Never will it wait for me.
Dawn breaks whist I sleep.