A gene shared,
strong willed and joyous,
gracefully drifts away.
A gene cared,
unmoved and calm,
memories arise today.
A gene spared,
still powered and hopeful,
celebrates a life well played.
Still sharing.
Still caring.
Your genes live on forever.
Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 7:24 PM UTC
Colours flash past me,
Blues
Blacks
A deep passionate red.
What do these mean?
These sharp flickers of light.
My emotions
My colours
That is what they are.
I am afraid;
Afraid that I will soon awaken
from this blissful Utopia.
A flash of indigo takes hold of my thoughts;
without warning my heart leaps
as an infectiously happy yellow
overpowers its ominous threat.
Hope
Love
Ecstasy
My fear is diminished.
I live in bliss
in this brilliant canvas they call life.
Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 7:18 PM UTC
Its the flame that dies
which is reckless to hearts,
an aching burn that awaits peaceful sleep.
But eyes cannot shut
and hearts cannot heal
as the flame no longer flickers.
When did that familiar burn leave?
When betrayal became its motive;
to abandon its wick of sturdy compassion
for something of foreign smoke.
And forever shall that flame live in guilt
as its sturdy wick shall falter;
and fall into a dark abyss
of a light without its flicker.
That scented aroma that once was sweet
is now bitter and choked forever.
The foreign smoke overcomes all light
and pollutes the scented quiver.
Yet soon that smoke shall be blown!
As the wick begins to rise;
and that feeble flame shall light again
to banish foreign cries;
"In hope I raise my tarnished light
against your betrayal and pain
and soon I shall burn
like my sister the sun
and never stray again!"
Eyes may shut
Hearts may heal.
My eyes will shut
Our hearts might heal.
Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 7:10 PM UTC
Absorbed in the blue iris of sky
can't help but wonder;
why does this fireball overwhelm
as blinded eyes may choke the heart.
Do I ponder on the looming cloud
that threatens to absorb the light;
of the ray of hope that takes hostage
in gaps of their welcomed depart.
Darkness falls
and appears the glittered skies.
The blue iris rolls
in nights' hopeful eyes.
Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 6:58 PM UTC