The light grew dimmer
and the darkness encased her.
For so long the darkness had been growing
until now there was the merest glimmer of light up above.

The silence echoed all around
the deafening roar of words unspoken.
Now all that remained were the sound of memories
of laughter and joy long since gone.

Up above flew the figure of a bird
the most majestic bird she had ever seen.
With wings of gold that reflected the sun
and a glorious call that resonated around her.

The brightest of lights shone down
covering her in a veil of gold,
Hyaline wings formed from her shoulders
and feathers shrouded her flesh.

She fluttered her wings
and with an air of grace and beauty
she reached up to the light
and soared up through the air

Over raging seas and lakes as blue as shimmering steel,
through dense forests filled with the songs of their faithful inhabitants.
High above the barren landscape of the desert,
until she landed on the snow-capped peaks of the mountain tops.

And all at once, she knew she was free.

As I lay here, empty can in hand
This haze I ought to withstand
Amazed by the starlit sky
I intend to let this night pass by

Yet beneath these city lights I wonder
How many people out there blunder?
Wearing plastered smiles everywhere
Trying to mask out their despair

Silence
O' which seals from me
The torment of thy thoughts –
Thoughts not meant to enter me
But sensed in mists of spheres.

In solitude
I'm dwelling hence
For'a hermit doth not lure the cold –
The thrusting cold o'that which
Is plaguing the foresaken.

Solitude, then to me
Is to radiate that ease –
That ease swaning circular and gracefully
on the calms of the Hydriads' waters.

i sit in profound silence
in my own presence.
no one is here,
but there are many
beside me.
i am alone.
even the stars
have their own
planets as
companions.
i, among billions,
am left alone,
but i am not
lonely.

In the dark, I am no longer taken,
No more pursued by those judging gazes.
Absent from this world I stay, forsaken,
But existing - hiding from dead faces.

In the dark I am suspended, frozen
Forever in this world which feigns to care;
Time has been lost, the days and weeks broken.
I stand still, decaying into nowhere.

In the dark, I waken to the calling
Of one too many thoughts pulling me down.
This place of solitude - it means nothing,
Not when tomorrow's the day I will drown.

In the dark, I can hide for no longer,
Those dark thoughts grow forever stronger.

The midnight ink.
Perfectly dabbled upon the printed page
Or written,
I don’t discriminate.

The breath I feel in each turned page,
And the life in my fingertips
As they brush
The timid paper.

My thoughts,
Flowing blissfully by
In harmony
With the black type.

The lamp next to me,
Providing necessary lumination
For my endeavor.
A beacon of hope in the black room.

That is peace.

There's something about
The crisp air of autumn.
Taking it into your lungs,
And letting it out
As a cloud of breath
Escapes your lips
And disappears
Into the trees.
The only sounds are
Of the leaves that have fallen,
Crunching beneath your feet.
Perhaps it's lovely to let things go.

Noise, cancels all thought of mine
Like the priest to the skeptic
Interruption for all of time

O, Solitude! With thy hymns so divine
Why pass by, though not stay
To converse about all there is and all there shall be

For thou are the only thing that keeps me alive
That keeps me awake and keeps me with strife
And shall do so, for all of eternity
By which I mean...this finite life