I am love
I am hate
I am everything in between
I am the whisper in the wind
A fleeting thought
A desperate prayer
I was and I wasn’t
Upon your lips
I am a moment.

I am crimson blood flowing violent love
Between your pillars
I claim you
And death may come.
I am unafraid
Miraculous,
I am you
Inside me.
Neither love
Nor hate
I am nothing in between
I am no longer
Not a figment
Nor a spirit
Not even a speck upon your universe

How magnificently you were born
Under brilliant Northern lights
Rising above the sea
With Black beaches
Electric blue waters
And Forever cascading waterfalls

Great Danes of long ago
With Ancient wisdom
Mightier than Gods of old
Brought to your shores
Powerless under your mighty volcanoes
Bowed their heads upon your site

How wondrous you are
Surrendering to your beauty
A secret they kept you
exquisitely they named you
Land of Ice

In the empty hours
Through the hollowed night
Thick with loss of a different kind
Foreign ghosts speaking in tongues of old
Passing through silence that covers you
Bearing witness to quiet tears
When life is just beyond
And gentle hands too far to reach
You let go
For a moment

In the empty hours
Through the hollowed night
Thick with loss too much to bear
When time is silent
And Loneliness wraps her arms around you
Your troubled heart will break
A million pieces of you drifting
A constellation, perhaps?
Solace for the desolate
And in the midnight hour
It begins again

the craters of the moon
carve out a fiercely
illuminated face
cheekbones of
rouge and twinkling eyes
beckoning between
the rose bushes
and the purple ivy
climbing up the rooftops
to reach over gothic spirals
an undoing of night.
the red burn of craze
quickens the twitching
of a pestilent ache
within the knuckles
to crack and spill out the silence of
the world
within them

O the very time, it was you say
so very much the forgotten tale
hearts and lives has gone astray
its the time, these times I must pray....

So many run to and fro
hiding verse among the souls
hoping life would get better, tears
Tis is not for all I know, matters of unknown for years...

Spirited souls run among the times
waiting for the master mind, one of many a kind
the classics stir the heart and mind, sings of long ago defined
O yes it was the times, many more will come of such design....

Enshrined and consigned among the minds
the rooster crows among the blind
our beloved has left the confined, o the hurt has declined
take me out and let me dine....

O the master mind, left the mind of the time
he prayed and cried, what do I do?
Let's make everything anew
the bamboo spread then it flew, to times of life adieu....

Debbie Brooks 2014