Be Kind

Be careful, what you say can be profound

Caution to the wind where the words lost are found

Unknowing, a mystery behold, futures unfold

Destiny a stepping stone, virtues of patience and gentleness

Dancing feathers buoyantly float; lightheartedness

Darkness, some feathers black; calamuses inked heavily

Write the words of thanks and love, complimenting wearily

Pending messages to the soul sometimes never reach their destination

Resignation told not by words or action; a life leaving to imagination

The hollow tips consume the ink till at last it is too late

Open air, the ink has dried; what is written becomes fate

I can only hope the words left behind

Some time long after mine are kind

Love’s Seasons

How we met like this

Serendipitous

All the colors of autumn

Falling around us

The last leaves wither

It was winter

In the blink of an eye

You and I

Moved like the hands of the clock

Seconds seemed precious

In the hours we would talk

When did it contract to repetitous

Once funny became lame

Unique became the same

All the words repeated motions

Followed without new questions

Spring brought new hope

Yes we could renew this life

Nope.

Summer came with the same light

The growth of flowers and leaves was as certain

As our growing apart

The four seasons of love restart

No better the intentions

Cynical Editor

Untimely undone

Redacted finally retracted

It hurts

To play off the edge

and fall

Is the worst

Why is it so bad to bounce off of the words

Of those you admire, everything that you’ve heard

It’s true

A cynic that limits their humor to curs

What life is that I ask but a curse

Indirect statements deter

Further edits from what it infers

Rascoulous behaviour of a writer

Can no longer fight her

My editor is simply the best

© The Sad Owl

A Savior Siren’s Song

The rampancy of my thoughts

I stop to collect

The message in a bottle

Sent to the sea of your soul, its depths

The latency of it is not

Because I don’t see your beauty yet

The flow of your waves in passion

I follow them in steps

The map to a heart is not so simple

Constantly we correct

And reject

Deliberating the effect

Rain on the ocean only sums to the motion

The ebb going out only comes back to flow in

Spirits rise as the soul returns

From the land it grabs unfirm

In itself it cannot learn of the messages it may yearn for

So, it reaches out into the distance

My glass bones crack as I sink to the ocean floor

Deep into the blue and out of existence

So vast, the lambda of moonlight does not reach this far

Without it my message becomes obscured and mars

The ink melting off my sinking heart

I call your name into the dark

As I wonder where you are

I don’t want to wake on the morning shore no more without you here

I run back into your shallows and yell hoping that you’ll hear

I swim back out to the horizon where the sun will disappear

Inside you again, I hold every bit of you to me near

No fear, I am ready to follow you there

My dear, someday I swear

I’ll be moving on

Carry me back to the shore till the feelings gone

And one day I won’t sleep, in dreams of drowning song

 

© The Sad Owl

Lost Ship

Targets on the wall are scrawled

Messy without aim

Projectile fall, gravity with stall

I think myself to be lame

Unable if fabled I am certainly no myth

Mindful walk if a shift in lines; we drew adrift

Set the course of our lost ship

Sail the seas but never free trapped in circular paths

Coming back to face the me of you, from the beginning now at-last

The past a future to behold we sailed out steady in search of gold

Faced the waters splash of cold, until we became wreckage of old

Filled the cracks with what we found in all attempts not to drown

Inked the edges of our souls, to contain the content in its holes

Held your hand to steady your pen, in the dying words of a friend

Watched the fire in your eyes challenge me with one more try

Try again and live forever, so many storms we’ve already weathered

The ink of gold held us like tethers, a kraken’s hold which we treasured

In sleepless nights we drew the sky together and all the stars to guide us home

A constellation of you up high forever, you have never left me or this ship alone

We endlessly sail in the endeavor of you

 

© The Sad Owl

Dance of Fate

Walk down the hall with me once more

Apparition in silk white smoke

Eerie halls of the past no longer lit

The stairs creak along this riven floor

A ballroom once filled of folk

Tales of a place now unfit

A Sundered ceiling exposes the crepuscular rays of moonlight

Vines hang from the cracks of moss ladened column heights

Lay your hand to rest in mine

We will walk this imperial staircase one last time

To dance the steps of fate

Innate to us as it was long ago

The songs of time they echo

Ethereal mist in your movement

So fluid to follow

More rhythm and rhyme than the hands of time

There is never enough

A deep breath to stain my lungs forever

This won’t last

Your features grow poignant in these final moments

You hold to me fast

Enveloping body I can’t hold any longer

Do not cry in front of our spectral onlookers

The fairies continue to dance until they fall to dust

A time ago of love and lust comes with an age that seems unjust

All times end, they must

The sun rises in erasure of days past

How fortunate we are to have had one more than our last

Lost Shadow

Penumbral love lost

The light steers you away

So bright and I lose sight

Another day

And I’ve lost you again

Regrettably never will I find another spot under the sun

Dark shadow of mine

We try to chase you together

In the dark between buildings

I’m blind but the trill of your saliva

Warm and unmistakable

Now tingling with the cold of your breath

My ear is deafened in the ecstacy, this bond unbreakable

I know you too well sweet darkness

I hide here in your swell

My secrets and fears consoled in you

Quietly all is well

We whisper words for no one else to hear

Savory intricacies of our lives and passions

The taste of your lips on the tip of my tongue

In distasteful fashion the noises you make

They chill my spine and raise my hairs

I stand straight to attention as all else

The way you stare up towards me

As you steal every ounce of air

Beckoning me down toward the fissure

I breathe you in

As I slumber deeply within you

The abyss where I would spend eternity

A time of infinity to be blind

Would still not be enough with you as mine

Fear Our Story

Trying to find the perfect words

Finding the title currently unnamed

To a story that continues to go unwritten

Even the fiction of it becomes so unreal

That it’s reality rings harsher than even the truth

There are no perfect words to bring it back now

What we choose to forget are closed pages we chose not to read

 

Unnamed beauty from the side

They face our backs to us so we only we see their spines

There their names are, so we face them to the back of the shelves

And admire empty pages