I

O solemnity
In ***** lay.
Mid the night
Dark, tame
Do I find myself.
Aloft, the waxing crescent,
The astros abounding,
The sundry spatial bodies
Strangers to comprehension–
The millenary muses!

II

In my room
I am received
By penumbra and solace;
By heavy eyes and heart;
By remembrances
Of erstwhile love;
By silence pervading.

III

I, so dreamward,
‘Twixt reality and repose,
Anon descend
Unto a state
Of muscular impediment–
Plane of nought
Comparable to Death!

IV

O dawn of morn
I now wake
To the dawn of morn.
Sweet slumber so absconded.
Anew to live
Another day
Of spirit solemn
And lame.
Wherefore not eternal slumber?

To sing the victor's song
'Fore victory's dawn,
Is only the first loss
Of many to come.

Still sky of ebony,
So silent are the streets,
Town’s quiet but I
Can't sleep at all

I hurt the most come eve,
Jealous thoughts and scary dreams,
Why can't I just turn
My mind off?

I've not her gilded wings,
I've not his beauty,
Why do I lie and say I’m not
Another one of envy’s victims?

I tell myself sweet things,
But I still focus on this pain,
And I, I wish that I could shake you
From my thoughts

But like snow in Summer’s heat,
It just doesn’t happen,
It just doesn’t happen
I wish we would never meet
But here we are again,
Here we are again

I heard you left last Spring,
May came, you turned twenty-three,
Moved back in with your ma and pa,

But Ma hurt, and Pa would drink,
I know it wasn't easy,
But you stayed ‘cause you were
All they got

You told them you would never leave,
Tired of the city,
You would start a new life
Far from it

Mom passed next morning,
Did Dad cry or say anything?
Or comfort you
As you wept?

I know you want him to be
There for you when knocks misery
You just want him
To care enough

But like snow in Summer heat
It just won’t happen,
It just won’t happen
When I close my eyes it's you I see,
And I’m scared you’ll find someone else,
I’m scared you’ve found someone else.

No more’s the sky ebony,
Cold dawn over Autumn streets,
Another night where I
Didn't sleep at all

Three years, we still don't speak,
I wonder how you're doing
This city life's become too much

Been thinking of moving,
Maybe settle down, find somebody,
Build something I can call my own,

Well I hope fate's good to me,
I've been down on my luck lately,
I just hope things start looking up,

And if cross our paths, then we
Can share fond memories,
And what we think the future holds,

And like snow after Summer heat,
It could always happen,
It could always happen,
No one knows what time will bring,
We'll just have to wait and,
We'll just have to wait and...

Wish for the best.

when she cries, it rains
when she angers, it thunders
when she laughs, it shines

I may never meet you in person...
I may never know your name...
I may never hear your voice...
But that does not mean that I am incapable of understanding your pain.

This is not my teaching, but I must share it:

Imagine your trauma is but a glass of water.
You pick up this glass and
Hold it in front of you.
A minute passes.
Is the glass of water heavy?
No, and that is normal.
An hour passes, and your arm
Begins to hurt.
Three hours pass, and
It becomes almost unbearable
To hold the glass up.
The longer you hold on to the glass,
The heavier it seems to become.
Yet, the amount of water remains the same.
It is normal for the glass to not
Feel heavy at first,
Just as it is normal
To think back
On past traumas
From time to time.
But the longer you
Hold on to these memories,
And the more you think of them
The heavier they seem to become.

The longer you hold on to something,
The heavier it will feel.
Just like the glass of water.

Sky dons her ebon fleece,
So silent are the streets,
Town’s quiet but I
Can't sleep at all

I hurt the most come eve,
Jealous thoughts and scary dreams,
Why can't I just turn
My mind off?

But like snow in Summer heat
It just doesn't happen,
It just doesn't happen.
I wish we would never meet
But here you are again,
Here you are again.

I've not her gilded wings,
I've not his beauty,
Why do I lie and say I’m not
Another one of envy’s victims?

I tell myself sweet things,
But I still focus on this pain,
And I, I wish that I could shake you
From my thoughts

But like snow in Summer’s heat,
It just won't happen,
It just won't happen
I wish we would never meet
But here we are again,
Here we are again

No more is sky's ebon fleece,
Cold dawn in Autumn streets,
Another night where I
Didn't sleep at all

The man of Keos once penned—
Poema pictura loquens,
Pictura poema silens.
Thus, will the quill be my brush;
The page, my canvas;
My words, the sundry hues.
O a picture of mute verse
Will I produce!

As I betake to part of my cherished hearth,
And traverse the wintry swathes----
That cloak the earth, the erstwhile warmth;
Yea, the frost hath come again.----

Hail I early morn, the light of dawn,
The skies sanguine-stained.
Tho' the path is long I continue on,
For yon do you await.

Your locks and skin of beauteous ebon,
Your eyes of Gallic beige,
So solace the *****, wearied and lonesome,
'Mid these invernal days.

Will I bear the brunt of winter's clutch
To share with you a lover's gaze,
O worry not, my queenly love,
For anon will I be there.

O Dreams interred of erstwhile youth
Befallen by th' ills of time's passage.
I, ere a soul of bountiful mirth,
Am now but confined to a crestfallen existence.
And tho' memories remain of ****** Earth
Once I deemed my environs.
Gone now 's the unspoiled nature
And th' merriment of juvenile innocence.
Yet, with each dawn's ascent,
Whether the heavens are marked by ashen or azure,
What remains of felicity 's not spent.
So long as I have thee, my sweet beloved,
Til life's ineluctable end.