Still here

  

Un-named 2

As the stars close

this chapter,

words I will

whisper.

Be still thine wisdom,

if dost wished upon 

the fallen when

the temple is life.

Grow in beauty, 

as we fade to

light.

©ScottlB

Un-named 1

Once in a dream, I sang sweet sounds

of joy.

Sweet to the sun as it rose each day,

calming to the moon as it settled in

at night.

Peaceful to lovers as hands were held,

a softness in each heart was felt.

In my dream I worried no more, longing

to give pleasures I swore.

Happiness was but the thing of dreams,

in reality where ever a place nothing but

screams.

Once in a dream, I sang sweet sounds

of joy.

Could that said dream be only the reality

of minds that wish for more.

For peaceful times songs of joy and soothing

melodies my voice was the key that opened

that door.

But a dream is all I can make in my time

when I wake,

'tis thou wish to sing melodies so sweet,

perhaps one day my dream and reality 

will meet.

©ScottlB

A Wish

a wish is worth a thousand

kisses deep.

here i ask does love speak

of faint smiles beneath a telltale

sign.

how does love sound if the taste of a

thousand kisses were the emotions

felt as still as the dawn's

quietness.

a wish, be it may a shy touch of hands

passing in signs of eyes held at bay

as madness melts through 

beating hearts.

a wish, stillness in the soul between

two bound as they listen for the 

sound, how does love speak?

could it be the sound of

a wish worth a thousand kisses

deep.

©ScottlB

Factured Mind

A call from the past,

dampens the day.

You think

how that voice made you,

yet

it broke you.

To unforgiving

mind manipulating

gestures you hid

in the darkest

recesses

of your mind.

A voice

that shakes your soul

creating doubts

you felt were

conquered.

Spiraling

into indecisive

regret,

when something

held you there,

forgiveness

shook you loose.

A call from the past,

a voice

you forgave,

a life

you live each day,

Awakened

from a deep sleep, 

contemplations of a

fractured mind.

©Scottlb

Do Not

Do not believe, 

in a world where blindness

is only the darkness we feel, 

where pain stands

before you.

Bound with emotion,

we who see the dance

on the eve of the rising storm,

knowing

love is but the feeling felt,

after a heart is broken.

We tell

the tales of yesterday as fresh

as the freshest flowers blooming

today.

In a time when pain stands

before you, 

hiding behind a mask of smiles. 

You feel pain alone, giving comfort

in songs of laughter, a silent

soul, a hand to touch.

A moment shared, where mortality 

is bound by emotions held in

darkness.

Do not believe,

in a world where blindness,

is only the darkness we feel.

©ScottlB

Loneliness moves, he is the silhouette

hiding

in the shadows of bending trees

as the branches sway in quietness.

He waits to greet the new night, a

fear grows.

He walks, he feels the sound of footsteps

falling on rain soaked cobblestones,

counting each as fading moments,

forgetful of beginnings an endings. 

Curiously he thinks, how many have walked

this path before in loneliness, how many will

tell tales of nightly walks into sadness? 

He smells the wetness in the air as

the moonlight shines it's eerie glow,

darting in and out of traveling clouds

as the now finished Spring rains nourish

new life.

Now,

I know why the lonely mind screams,

only to awaken sweating beads of

shame. While lingering visions cling

to fear, a fear so strong a mind crumbles. 

A fear of loneliness, as he listens to his

footsteps on rain soaked cobblestones.

Alone,

he slowly fades into the night like the

clouds soaring in the night sky, fleeing

as if on hidden raven's wings, 

his mind screams in the darkness.

A fear controls his loneliness, a loneliness 

he will embrace forever in the darkness 

of his mind. Sounds of his footsteps fade

into the shadows of blackness, forever

gone.

©ScottLB