Sean Hopps

Sean Hopps May 2017

Flowing; not a flicker,
Just pure, flowing light.
Smooth; coming in thicker,
All rife with tranquil might.

Bright, filling up the sky
With tidal waves of glow,
Its dance in thickest night
Awash with graceful flow.

Burning, like a fire,
Pulsing blue and green.
Expanding its empire,
Yet most remains unseen.

Its high tide slowly cedes, at last,
And doesn't stain the sky
As star-strewn night time fields
Enter in the moon's bright eye.

Sean Hopps May 2017

Dark of the Sun

Ever sick of the trifle of problems of life
And the dark of the con of the man;
When the noise is incessant and the colours fluorescent
And I hold nothing but my own hand.

Slay the dark! Slay the problems! And dim all the lights,
Please, I beg you, the ending is near!
I don't want to go out with my light still about,
Yes, the bane of my life is that fear.

The sun burns and blinds both the eyes on my back
Now I see in just one direction.
With perpetual silence and cacophonic sirens,
My senses impaired to perfection.

I wish I could smell the sweet scent of our lives
But there's only the blood in my nose.
The storms I endure makes hell look almost pure,
And the darkness won't come to a close...

We walk to the end, or the end comes to us,
The wise of us will know to run.
All the noise is incessant and the colours fluorescent
With perpetual silence with cacophonic sirens,
We are the dark of the sun.

Sean Hopps May 2017

Songs

I am always hopeful
For better times.
In the distance they sing
Their bittersweet rhymes
Of hope and of passion,
And silence inside;
They sing of the planets,
The stars, and the tides.

I plough on through the dark
To their quiet song,
Try matching their sound,
Sometimes small, sometimes strong.
I'm determined to walk
For as long as it takes;
For those bittersweet songs
To yield what they take.

Written after hearing 'Nuvole Bianche' by Ludovico Einaudi.

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