A gentle breeze
Caresses the still pond
Where willows weep
And thoughts can't sleep.

The lilies glide
Over the surface
Their white petals
Shining with potential.

One stands out
With its roots so deep
And its pink sheen glistening
With a unique, ambiguous glow.

So subtle
Yet so remarkable,
That a dragonfly
Takes pause in flight.

A desperate comfort
Shines on its silver blade
As it glides like a sailboat
Across ocean waves.

A soothing wake
Creates a canal
From the then and there
To the here and now.

A wound too deep
To dismiss the pain.
Flesh too weak
To ignore disdain.

Darkness slowly overcomes
As I lay, freed at last,
In a red pool of fleeting misery
On the cold, washroom floor.

An empty void,
Dark and inhospitable.
Desolate.
Barren and blank.

Lingering shards
Of a once beating heart.
Had it never found a rhythm
It may not have fallen apart.

A standing ovation
For a display of dismay,
Yet where he once stood
Only ashes remain.

The wrappings unravel,
To reveal a smiling porcelain mask.
A scarred face frowning beneath,
And the empty void beneath that.

Bodies piled
In ornate mounds,
Some are smiling
Many others frown.

With open arms
They aid in the plight,
Yet those same arms
Create the blight.

A thin black veil
To mystify,
Another face
Telling another lie.

But they keep adding
To their insidious mounds,
And in the name of Liberty
The rain keeps falling down.

I have waited
For a thousand years,
And I don’t look back
Because it brings on the memories.

I had walked
For a thousand miles,
Only to realize
I was on my own definitively.

Here I am
Still eroding,
From the sands
Of time.

In the end
I’ll stand alone,
And face the wind
So cold.

I’ve been searching for a thousand days
And a thousand nights,
Yet I still don’t know
What I’ve been looking for.

The world has changed
In a thousand ways,
And I don’t know how
But I’ve seen it all before

Cover my eyes
With shades of grey,
It’s dampening
My sanity.

In the end
The world still spins,
Old life dies
New life begins.

Another stands
Before the audience.
Appreciation drained
From their fractured minds.

Eyes, tainted
By the inherent corruption.
Heart, stained
With insatiable vengeance.

The reckless devastation,
An undeserved consequence.
A tale known by many,
Yet told by few.

Meanings are shattered,
As blood drips
Once more,
From guiltless hands.

They say, you cannot see
The forest from the trees.

But bear witness
The flora and fauna,

The commotion that exemplifies
Its graceful sovereignty.

Alas, from the clouds
Only a copious green sea.

No sound,
No movement.

Lacking intrinsically
Its innate beauty.