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382 · May 2015
Shape Shifter
RavenPen May 2015
Smoke unfurls from the ancient urn
Twisting scathingly
Marking territory
Snaking terribly
Towards her
316 · May 2015
Rainbow of The Night
RavenPen May 2015
Sunshine always comes after the rain they say
But is it really always that way?
Needless to say it may

Try as you may. Try as you might, you can’t have a rainbow at night.
Or is that so?

Tears stream down parched cheeks
Those saline crystals reflect the night through
Large windows of souls, long forgotten
Windows that glimmer for the past
Windows that shine for the future

And crying can be done in the night
Can we have a rainbow in the blackness of the night?
Where there is no light?
Where all our fears come to light
Where our bodies lose their might

As the sunlight comes creeping in
That moment where light and night battle
And light wins
There is a splinter of color
As dawn breaks it grows duller
For a good reason?
A changing of season?
With a changing of seasons, there should be a good reason

Reason of shining in the night?
Where all was lost and dark
That rainbow came as a lark
Heralding the spring
The spring that shines like crystal
The spring that brings better rainbows to come
279 · May 2015
The Morn
RavenPen May 2015
It was an icy morn
you were standing there forlorn
God knows the thoughts racing through your mind
And that’s how I found you

Found you spinning in the whirlwind of frost
eyes doe eyed, moist and entirely lost
They say no one can look that frantic
But that’s how I found you

Found you disappearing into the past
shoes scuffed, a ghost of a smile dissipating fast
I said life is good but you said who cares
That’s how I found you

Found you cold, aloof and hopelessly lost
In a time where hearts were stone
And the stars dark like the holes
In a broken quivering heart

I scooped up your shards and splinters

Because I loved you so

Oh I loved you so

If only you loved me so

Summer sun shined on our lives
But reality bore on us like sharpened knives

Oh how short lived my luck is so

And now on an icy morn
I stand forlorn

A ghost of a smile

gone

— The End —