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Closing the book
wherein I laid
my memories,
I rest the tireless pen
atop the aged leather.

The fire, still roaring,
Looked more alluring.

I nestled by the warmth
of the charred hearth

The flames crept slowly out
to embrace my body
taking me in.

Fuel for the fire
I give myself
to the pyre.
The pain, oh how it stings.

Absence of you
Echoes like soles
Speaking in empty halls.

The darkness will never be alit
with your smile.

Our world once spent
Together
Is now in Isolation.

Peace and tranquility
I hope find you
&
Stay themselves
In your ethereal heart.
This will likely be re-lineated and added to, but for now, this is it.
Her love was unmatched
It was violent
Like the tide.

The deepest blue
waters held
all her secrets.

Her touch, warm and welcoming
Always comforting.

Nothing more pleasant
Than hearing my name
Escape her lips.

As quickly as her memory
arrives
It fades.

Allowing cold to enter
and keep its
stay.
It's been a good long while since I have thrown anything on here, and for good reason. I have been so busy with life events and things have really gotten away from me to the point of me not being able to get on here daily and publish my works. However, that doesn't mean that I've stopped writing. there will be a series of works coming through here. As always, I hope enjoy!
William Allen Jan 18
My hand traces letters
that will build the scene
for hope.

It was you that installed
my ability for hope.

Learning was an endless
journey
to which I never grew tired
or weary.

Your hands held
the weight of my world
in their palms.

All of the joys in this world
were gifts
from you.

Smiles seen for miles
lighting the darkest
chasms.

Hope came from you.

A most precious
gift.
This is part VII of a ten-part story titled "Effulgence: A Story of Light."

Enjoy.
William Allen Jan 18
Upon opening the great oak door,
a warmth greeted me.

There, inside the room devoid of any souls but my own,
sat a single desk neath the lonely window
&
the counterpart chair tucked between its legs.

The fire lowly roared,
its flame filling the room with soft beams of light
escaping through the window.

As I close the door behind me, the latch clicking shut,
I notice a journal, tattered and aged,
beside a pen and jar of ink.

The journal empty
the pen worn from more hands than one.

I pull out the chair, its feet vibrating against the floor
the sound reverberating off the walls
echoing into the vaulted ceiling.

I held the pen, and dipped it into the ink
black as coal, and stained the pages
with my reflections.

Memories.
This is part VI of a ten-part series titled, "Effulgence: A Story of Light."

Enjoy
William Allen Jan 16
I made my way to the front.

The invitation was subtle.

The cold gray stones
shifted
cracked
and
chipped
under the pressure of my heels.

Dark
Worn
Splintered
Rails

Drew my hands, ever so familiar.

I pressed up the aged steps
to a door of old wood & character.
Its constitution still intact and uncompromised.

An iron handle, worn smooth from visitors past,
waited for my embrace
and the latch, warm to the touch,
gave way under my eager thumb.
This is part V of a ten-part story titled, "Effulgence: A Story of Light."

Enjoy.
William Allen Jan 15
Shrouded by a thicket of trees
a humble building sat.

Earthen brown & her windows
aged.
That old glass topped with frost and dirt.

Gently, I clear the thin veil
with my beaten hands.

Lo, there lay the roaring flame.

Neslted on the hearth
within the mantle.

Awestruck in its beauty,
I lost myself to time.

Day tenderly fell to dusk
and dark laid the pines.

I peered through that glass.

Lo, there lie the roaring flame.
This is part IV of a ten-part series titled, "Effulgence: A Story of Light."

Enjoy.
William Allen Jan 15
It cut through the fog
the ever distant yellow glow.

Hints of red, dancing
between the corruscating beams of amber.

Resplendent light, so warm
and inviting,
surely had never been seen
like this before.

That light which broke through
the thickness of fog and tree
met my worn and tired face.
Filling each crease and fold with
a sense of exuberance.

The yellows & reds danced
joyously and how,
oh how I wondered
about their home.

Which surely must be
a hearth below a mantle.
This is part III of a ten-part series titled, "Effulgence: A Story of Light."

I wanted to create something that really captured the idea of light playing more than just the role of illumination.

Enjoy.
William Allen Jan 15
It is but a somber feeling.
The lonely heart that yearns
for companionship.

Creating such a haze
amidst the trees.
I now wonder blind
&
lost.

The thinly veiled purple of night
draws nigh
absent of light.

My eyes not adjusted
to the deafening dark.

Oh! loss & hearts refrain
how I breathe with disdain
The cold that leaves the air
so still, unforgiving, & unfair.
This is part II of a ten-part series titled, "Effulgence: A Story of Light."

Enjoy
William Allen Jan 15
Stones & bramble branches
break
under each step I take.

The smell of forest
& of damp earth
fills the chilled air.

Bark from trees bites
deep into my hands.

Steril wind cuts through emerald green pines.
The oiled needles brushing side by side.

The very breath I need
I can't seem to find.
I fear this forest has stripped me
of that prize.

Yet, I continue on. Forward, though lost.
I make my way.

In isolation, day by day.
This is part I of a ten-part series titled, "Effulgence: A Story of Light."
My goal is to create five or so ten-part stories and eventually put them into a collection wherein I can publish a physical work. The idea for this particular story came shortly after I was halfway through writing "Weathered."

I hope you enjoy.
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