one of them drifted
leaving hearts wounded
some others never stay the same
the next one built
a new town
to a new home
third's a charm
he managed to glow
and growing pain
the other one picked
a different road
and he killed his old self
to become a butterfly
and the last one's on his way
slowing the ride down
becoming a man of his own
while staying on his roots
I once knew a girl that was my sister by choice
But not by blood
We were always together since the age of 5
But things change and people grow up
New opportunities arise for one to strive
But the other feels left behind
I saw her start to drift away
Right before my eyes
Leaving a hole in my heart
Leaving my life completely
and the wind will blow
and you will drift
guided by chance
and an unseen navigator
like a ship on a raging sea
or a butterfly caught in the wind
just don't close your eyes
the light may be
too bright or too dim
the crumbling ruins
may fall hard
beside and inside you
but don't be found
holding tightly to the cocoon
when the metamorphosis
has long been completed.
--Daniel Irwin Tucker
She stood for so many silent minutes staring out that frosted window, replaying each season again in her mind.
Tapestries of memory swiftly unraveled by such frigid winds.
Ice claws at those swollen eyes with fury but no feeling remains
So much time has passed since those golden days of spring, when they danced in the firefly's flames
They trusted the rain....made love in a home of dew and droplets wearing no more than laughter
Soon life went though that rain became storms that swept away those cherished joys
House became home while secretly lacking the heart within its' foundation
Hopes hung out to dry in the warmth of the sun returned scorched, little more than ash to hold
Dreams belong in the darkness so together they packed them away for safe keeping.
No longer can she stand alone in the bitterness of winter, such gloom contaminating every facet of existence
Stolen away the joy and hope that once existed, no more than raw flesh and bone remain
Fast falling from that cliff into the rocks below a sense returns that her spirit's free...
Tidal waves of time had carried those boats to different shores where they returned to she and he
Forbidden mentions of us or we...affections now buried somewhere in some sand...
put an empty hand under water
and watch it waste away, watch it squander-
let it stay and stay the same, let it ponder
and never do a single thing, never wander-
look at the sink as it drips
never drink never sip,
just stare as the the wooden floors
turn to mold and corrode under sudden force-
turn your eyes away
don't you even look
although we want to stay
we know the time that it took
to be a ghost in the day
but then at night we're a rook
i used to beg to go play
but now my life i forsook-
pinch yourself because the blood wont swell
up high enough for you to smell
that armpit sweat from being too nervous to tell
the truth sometimes, so we hide in our shell
from the growing guilt making it hard to not yell
- but swallow it down, ignore the burdens you felt-
the meadows are nonexistent in southern Florida,
when will i see more than dried up sand-
the forests have washed away into suburbia,
when will i feel green moss in my hands-
when all i know is gone
i know i don't have to beg
- you will twirl your hair like those twirling leaves-
when all i know is gone
i know i can rest my head
- i will keep you here, safe inside my memories-
-when i wake up from my dreams,
i will forget we met.
but if i remember a single thing,
there wouldn't be a second to correct-
It is a matter of time only,
until the wind arises,
and relentlessly, the moments fall asleep.
These lonely hours pass by slowly,
bestow me with radiant fear,
and far more courageously... i weep!
The music shows me my place,
As weary as I am, drifting into space.
The lighten candles have thinned the air.
visions of my Eden come to me
slightly vague, out of vogue, yet fare...
Dancing among the leaves of autumn,
in my head, the spectrum...
Swaying to the sounds of time,
To a memory;
that is mother to all wisdom...
To the scents of freedom,
and to the plunders of prime!
O, how folly my ventures were...
Through the valleys of death.
O, how many passed winters there...
That have denied me mine own breath!
Good night, and good riddance...
May I please sleep!
Shalt ye give me leave now,
to my downwards so steep?!