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

A knock on my
door,
only to hear
the emptiness
of missing words.
A look
from hurting eyes,
seeing
only distance so close.
I listen for sounds,
sounds of hearts
when there was
love.
Softly a knock
on my door,
only to feel the
pain fade away.
A knock,
then no more,
only silence,
at my door.

©ScottLB

Before Dawn

Quickly the clouds of the
whispering night
lay rest to tender woes.
Thy light glows brightly
as the northern star,
A wish I place before thee.
Touching thine heart's desire,
no more forsaken pleasures
we share.
Day break arrives,
wouldst thou dream of the
sweetness as sweet in
whispers, as lovers lay.
Nestled as one by thy side,
a kiss, before the dawn
ends our stay.
In forms of madness
I pray,
a wish be but truth
wovest in dreams and
prayers of this,
a wish for a lonely heart's
desire.

Dreamers

A time I speak
of dream wishes,
To fly away on
purple clouds
into green skies
with rose petal
raindrops.
Each breeze
carrying
a scent of
honeysuckle
blossoms.
Rivers run long,
long as a wish
for more.
I dream of
giants sipping
tea from
tiny teacups,
speaking of
peaceful times,
how the world
became one.
Dreamers wish,
as a gnat flys
to the elephant's
ear, just
to say,
I
dream of you.
In dreams,
no matter the wishes,
we dream.
Away I fly
on a chariot
of thoughts
into
the green sky,
and I will dream,
of you.
Peace

©ScottLB

Poet's Jasmine

I kiss the sky,
as the wish blows.
on lips so soft,
soft as the gentle
night.
A flower's perfumed
scent,
I carry you
in my thoughts,
held in  place
with the grace of
passionate memories.
As we lay on
green fields,
the jasmine blooms
above our cries.
A touch between
nothingness and
there,
bodies moving
in rhythm
to the monarch's
flight and the wind's
breath.
Heighten senses
of two,
held in memory
as the poet's jasmine
blossom's bloom.

©ScottLB

To Wonder

I have but to wonder, if the rain were
my tears.
A river should I cry, for less would not
bring such sadness as
a heart longing for a  peace unfound.
Could one wish on the glimpse of hope
and dream into existence life's love,
even at the end.
A word means no more tomorrow, than
today, but a tear will always fall
as the river runs, should I cry for less?
I have but to wonder.

©ScottlB

Winter Comes

The frost bears down on beaten leaves,
scattered remnants of autumn's finale.
Now they lay on sodden fields,
lifeless memories,
winter comes.

A color of decay fills the air as sounds die,
fading in the morning mist.
On solitary fields has only one felt the
chill as it speaks, a voice upon the winds
whispering, "winter comes."

Gray skies and the stillness set in,
reaching out as the coldness touch.
We are tucked in for the long sleep,
under blankets of snow winter creeps,
the winds howl,
"winter comes."

©ScottlB

We Can

When I sit and watch the Sun's final dance,
before the twilight,
I can only think of brown eyes hidden
behind a fading smile.
A voice
weaving golden sounds, words of magic
whispered as the moon cast images
of shadows holding hands.
When I sit and watch the moon, it begins
a silent song of lovers afar, as they search
the blackened sky for that one star.
When I sit and watch the Sun's final dance,
before the twilight,
I can only feel the moon's silent song.
It brings my smile, and only then
I know,
together we can last forever.

©ScottlB

Move on Move on

Everyday I listen,
today;
I say move on.
Generations of hurt,
generations of healing.
Whatever;
we have overcome.
Life begins, cycles
come and they go.
I say;
move on, move on!

We cry, we laugh
but we live.
Trials are put before
our eyes, judgement
put in our hands.
Heaviness hangs on
our hearts,
at times a smile,
will grace our face.
I say;
move on, move on!

Now we grieve as if
life has died,
we worry.
We listen,
but we live,
we see the storms
forming,
we see the sun
shinning.
Life continues, cycles
come and they
go.
At times a smile
will grace your face,
we will overcome.
I say;
move on, move on!

©ScottlB