Stephan Knight

Stephan Knight Dec 2011

We once shared nights that lasted forever.
     It was that time in which I realized who you were.

You were the sheets that kept me warm at night.
     That's when I knew.

You were the light within the dark.
     That's when it was real.

You are for me, what I wasn't for myself.
     That's when it became fear.

I told you things had changed.
     It was heartless and cold.

Now you wonder why.
     And I, what if .

Stephan Knight Nov 2011

Scattered Pieces on Mt. Eyre

Her body was exposed.
I traced every curve with the tips of my fingers.
All over until I reached her face,
A new face,
pure and bright.
A face I'd never seen.
Twisted and tangled in the sheets,
She sang with a soft and gentle voice.
Like a boat slowly rocking in the water,
Knocking against an old wooden dock.
The wood splintered and rotted,
And then I was back.
Where had my mind gone.
It went to the beginning,
To the last place I ever saw her,
To the last place she was even seen.

Stephan Knight Nov 2011

It Is Here

It is here,
I can feel it.
She gives nothing but takes all.
A presence so fine
It cannot fully be explained.
Through the trials and the hardships
She reveals herself fully.
Hardly seen
But fully understood,
She sings.
A radiance of an everlasting existence
It can be heard all around,
She is alive.

He follows such a beautiful sound,
But does not know,
She is watching,
She is there.
Trying to find her
He searches within,
Within the confinement among,
He sees her.
It is here
He can feel it,
She speaks with a gentle touch,
He is awake.

— The End —