Dorée, a little bit of gold upon the world
A sun ray amongst the clouds.
Even when Spring fell to Summer
And the sun moved further South
Did the light of the sun still reach
This cold Northern Realm.
Sail on golden girl,
I’ll be your bridge to Texas.
Yet even the sun fades for hours a day;
Without the sun slowly darkness claws
And the little bit of gilding you
Wrought in my life faded.
Golden leaves in autumn now begin to fall;
The sun gone –
Twilight began a year or so ago -
I awake to the gilding of you missing;
Gone, taken by the wind.
Sail on golden girl,
I can no longer follow.
Dorée, always a little bit of gold in my life:
A sunbeam across a dark sky,
Left a little bit darker without you.
The places we shared will never be the same;
Many are already gone or changed.
Could you hug me one last time
From heaven?
Forever golden, Dorée. Forever golden.
Sep 29, 2023
Sep 29, 2023 at 11:15 AM UTC
People ask why do I love them
And I ponder how to answer…
My love for thee is a tree:
I know not why I grow here.
I know only I found what I needed
For my roots to go deep,
My leaves to bolster in radiance;
I drink and am filled.
But not only for me do I grow
For now the deer have shade
And bark to muse during grassless winter
And homes for squirrels to run about.
Like Elves I am to
those small creatures:
Near timeless, near immortal,
Tall and Slender, ever reaching.
Yet I too must fall,
For I shall grow weary
Of stretching to the sky, and
Digging into the Depths of the Earth.
To the very earth that nurtured me
I bequeath my wealth
e’er morn someday I shall go hollow
When my love has fulfilled me whole.
So I say to thee
When she ask of me
Why I love her so
‘I am the tree
And she thee
Earth and Sun
That let me grow.’
Apr 6, 2021
Apr 6, 2021 at 4:46 PM UTC
My drought had been long
My thrist severe inside
The desert cold of my loneliness.
Such a pining I felt
And could not describe but
My need was easily understood.
I had a craving for contact
Of warm skin, conditioned hair,
Under the saftey of a comforter.
The Night's cold that chills
May speak of my need, but the
Wounds of my soul held the truth.
I could feel myself withering
In the cold desert of my feelings-
Such a death I wish on no one.
My rewaking arose with the cold
Sting of a blade, feeling warm
against my icy veins.
The blade made a flow of
words into my mind and
bid me to write them here.
Of such reminders I have few,
But I remember this feeling,
Which I asked to wait outside the door.
Upon Her entry I remembered why
I had avoided Her for so long,
Her cold gaze penetrating my heart.
It was not in my strength to
Fain a second defense against
The onslaught of her will.
She held me in her frigid embrace
And I thanked her for it,
For within it was a hint of what I longed.
I knew the blade was Hers,
And bid her again my gratitude,
For I knew this death would let me live.
It is almost morbidly humorous
That Loneliness can take care of
Those enslaved to her so well.
Clasping the wound from the blade
I walked out the Door, wishing to
Turn back and show my rejoice of my freedom.
There was little time however,
And I wished to say goodbye to a
Chosen few, and the journey was harsh.
The wind outside howled and snow
Bit at my face, much like those
I felt necessary to bid my adieu.
While I can scarcely recall
My meetings with both, I know
The burden was lessened by the visit.
The touch of a warm hand lingered
On my cheek, and the taste of a kiss
On my tongue were the only memories I left with.
At the Gateway to the
Relm of the Warm I looked back
quietly on the Land of the Lonely.
I know many despise that Queendom,
But I cultivated a fondness for it
Few can grow, and fewer can explain.
At 2AM I took a longing breath
Of the coldness that surrounded me
And with it I walked out the archway.
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 3:00 AM UTC
No matter how much the
Sun loves the Moon,
No matter how honestly,
gently and genuine,
Half of the Moon shall always be
Hidden from the face of the Sun.
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 6:36 AM UTC
Some people say love is an open door
So when you left I closed the door
But I still hear the love behind the door
Even though the door is no longer there.
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 3:56 PM UTC
I’m afraid of this rationalization age
In which we understand so much about what the heart is
That we forget what the heart symbolizes-
For at that point man becomes more machine than man.
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC
Where does the butterfly go
When all the flowers are gone?
From whence does he pull a draught
Of nectar to soothe his body and mind?
His wings falter at the cutting breeze
For ‘tis already the cusp of winter.
He no longer has the healing tonic
Of her blossom as night falls down
And so he succumbs to his fate
Laying down in the freezing dew
Dreaming of the days of spring-
Of the orchid bud he once knew.
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 3:36 AM UTC
If I had but one wish
I would want to take away
All of your doubts, your fears,
All of your anxiety and worry,
All of your hopelessness,
All of your pain and torment;
I would strip you of your insecurities
So you could walk this world
Naked, unashamed and proud
To be who you are. I would
Wish for you to be free from
The darkness in your mind
That haunts you during the day
And keeps you caged in insomnia
At night. I would wish for you to
Embrace your suffering, not so it
Controls you, but rather so you
Gain new wisdom from it. I wish
For you to keep the insight of suffering
While leaving the wounds and scars,
The anguish and agony, all the misery
Behind, so that you may feel the light
Of day even knowing the darkest of nights
Without even stars or moon to know
Where you are; so that you may feel the
Sunlight on your eyes and hair and skin
And not wish to retreat to the darkness you
Knew and took comfort in only out of
Fear of the stories of the sun being only
Legend, fairytale and myth. I want for you
To know the liberation from the self
That kept you in obscure twilight
So you can understand the freedom
Of the sun permeates even the night sky
With stars, comets, meteors and the moon
Even when they hide from you. I wish for you
To look to the sun when you have known
Only sorrow behind you; I wish for you to
Go about the day with the wisdom of the
Night- for the daygoers that know not of
The night lack the power to change the world.
I wish for you to find peace in yourself.
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 11:48 PM UTC
I keep my hair in a braid
For just like us that which seems
As an individual strand is part of a bundle
Which intertwines becoming the whole.
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 7:28 PM UTC