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Mark Steigerwald Nov 2014
Like sand in the hour glass
life keeps slipping past.
Fading eternally
moving so fast.

Summers come
and summers go.
Joy and happiness
Grief and agony.

One day its here
next it's gone,
its elusive
fragile and small.

We cannot tame it
we cannot control it.
It rules its own destiny
it comes when it chooses.

Like reading the last sentence
of a wonderful book,
or the last tranquil note of a love song,

So too do I watch the final pages of summer
fade away.

I do not know whether to grieve
for it is gone,
or to rejoice
for the memories it left behind.

I think I will rejoice
for it has been a summer to be remembered
full of wonders and excitement,
adventure and peril
love and happiness.

Like the setting of the sun
so too must the pages of this sweet season
fade.

Farewell to the fading pages
of sweet summer time.
Mark Steigerwald Nov 2014
Here I am
living an unreal dream.

The stars collide together
the forest breathes it in.
the waters speak softly
and here I am,
dreaming.

All around me there is life.
The air never sweeter
the grass never greener
the song of the birds never so melodious.

How I bask in this moment
how I smother myself in its embrace.

I rest easy
and let nature take its course.
Over valley, over meadow,
over stream, over glen,
over the bluest skies
and the tallest trees
over the birds that fly
and over the raging sea,
that is where you will find me.

Wrapped in my thoughts
surrounded by the things I love
with peace in my heart
and joy in my spirit.

That is where you will find me
Living in a perfect dream.
Mark Steigerwald Nov 2014
In the heart of the jungle
past the thick and murky swamps,
through the mist and the unending rain
lies a place that will leave you
never the same.

It is a silent place,
quite and tranquil
wisdom radiates
from mossy green gates.

Cool waters babble softly to one another.
Silent meadows bask in the shade.

Golden light cascades
from on high
a mysterious deepness
written in the sky.

The stillness of the wood
written on the faces
of the jungle.

Nothing stirs
nothing moves.
Life is frozen,
paused in a eternal embrace.
Locked in sweet paralysis
drowning in the serenity that surrounds.

In the stillness of the wood
that is where you will find
me.
Mark Steigerwald Nov 2014
Trapped in a world
not my own.
Lost
desperate to find my way home.

How have I fallen?
These secrets
now haunt me.

Paralyzed, shut out from you,
I am alone
captivated by my temptations.
This feeling is breaking me
crushing my lungs
so that I cannot breathe.

The harder I scream
the more I alone I am.

I call out “ Save me!
for I am lost,
rescue me from this night
take me away from these fears
break these chains that now bind me.”

And then in the ******
of the tempest.
When the waves
were higher than my head.
When I felt the water envelope my lungs
when all I knew was gone
and I had realized how lost I was.

Your voice alone
reached out from the mist.
Brought clarity to the shroud
and found this broken soul.

You were all that I had
all that I held on too.

What love is this?
that you would reach down
and save me
who once was so dearly lost.
Mark Steigerwald Nov 2014
Relentless love
what can I do?
Who am I too be given
such grace?

Relentless love
you have have pursued me
across the vastness.

You have have longed
for my heart,
you have followed me
through the blackest nights.
Never have you forsaken me
never have you left.

I now surrender myself into your care
I forfeit my pride
I raise my hands
and I fall on my knees.

For far have I fallen
far have I traveled.
Long have I ran.

Yet “No more”
My soul screams out.
“No more running,
no more hiding”

Broken and beaten
bloodied and bruised
I fall at the feet of
relentless love,
and offer myself to his mercy.

Relentless love
has saved me.
Relentless love is all
I need.
Relentless love
what can I do?
Mark Steigerwald Nov 2014
Into the night
we danced with monsters,
we danced with them
till the morning light.
As they flash their eyes
something precious dies
in my aging heart,
that knows the limits
of wondrous art.

We danced like the flames
we roared like the beasts.
We jumped and we shouted
hand and in hand
those monsters and we.
We exploded like stars
blazing throughout the night.
With monsters we danced,
till morning light.
Mark Steigerwald Nov 2014
Wings flutter
a chorus of beating air.
The dawn rises,
washing the world
in the clear crystal warmth
of the day.

Far,
so far away.
She comes to me
that lovely songbird.
She sings to me
the songs of the wylde.
She fills my heart with love.

She is the rise
and she the set ,
the world is hers
and her heart is full.

She flies through
the window of my heart,
she flutters in
and makes her home.
She sings soft beauty
she fills my dreams
with wonderful things.

Far,
she is.
So far away
from me.
Yet she comes
on the wings of a song bird.
She flutters
she floats.
She brings hope
to my soul
fills my head with wonderful things.

On the wings of a song bird,
love she brings.
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