Typical Mornings

The yolk of the morning burst upon me in a thousands shades of gold. The birds sang odes to it reverently. Morning greeted me.

However, a faint, whirring noise issued from a distant land. I tore my eyelids apart with considerable effort, and stirred my stone-heavy limbs. The light blinded me as I turned towards the window. The sun had outdone me, yet again.

I rose with a heavy sigh of resignation. I was always defeated as I attempted to compete with the sun.

I never came to know how I was always outdone in this world. My world always allowed me to have as many sunrises and sunsets, adventures and mysteries as I pleased. But this world always outdid me in every aspect and interest.

Coming to interests, they lay in a dormant field; barren and boring. However, young fantasies reveled in a surprisingly large population. The coolness of a daydream seemed miles away. Cool winds blew at my face as disguised temptresses; however, the heart lay in its place, as dull as ever.

Aimlessly, my heart wandered through the forests of bright stars. My arms stretched towards the auroral radiance, yet, failed to reach it.

My eyes closed lazily, yet again, and I drifted into a an easy sleep full of lethargy and rejuvenation (or so I hoped).

I entreat you….

Stop your whining!

Stop your chiding!

Hear the river flow awhile,

playing the the song of the peaceful divine.

Hearken the sounds of the flowers dancing,

the eddying bays singing and laughing.

The day is mellow,

the heart, bright.

Hearken the songs of the birds beckoning,

their dulcet melodies

shall melt in your heart.

Stop the noises!

Close your eyes.

Can you hear the odes of the rose?

Their bittersweet promises,

will stir thy heart.

The secrets behind their rouged lips,

entrance you behind crimson curtains.

Stop the shouting!

Stop the gossip!

I entreat you, look around awhile,

hold your breath.

Let the fickle wind carry your soul,

over to an unknown world.

Let the warm sunshine wash over your heart!

Let the beauty of life shine apart!

Allow your eyes to flicker and pause,

look at the wondrous world around!

Blue Love

By my side, the stream flowed,

Vigorous and quiet,

Amorous and ardent.

The shy treble danced loudly,

In the eddying corners of its beloved,

Creating music in the sweetest way.

The water sprays caressed my face,

My soul and my senses numbed in bliss…

Cool relief seeped into my life,

Like entrancing, blue love.

But something creaked far behind,

As the blue turned black in the shadowy light,

And I was pulled away, far away,

My hand outstretched,

Searching for my blue love…

But it had deceived me long ago.

All was pitch black,

My voice unheard,

My touch unfelt.

The cold held me,

darkness kissed me,

life became unfair

And I sank deeper and deeper into the black…

The Rain in my heart

My heart becomes heavy with sorrow,

threatens to burst and spill its contents,

like the clouds,

wearing their dark cloaks before they rain.

The thunders strike the dark blue sky,

so does the pain sting through my heart.

The tears quietly sneak up to the corners of the eyes,

and trickle down the cheeks,

only to fall to the earth like the silent drizzling of rain.

Tears fall incessantly,

Anew with passion and fury,

emotions become violent,

as the drizzle grows into a rainstorm.

The clear stream of reason,

Then flows through the tears into the heart.

And realization overcomes the misery,

like an iridescent arc.

Behind the clouds,

then rises the sun,

And a band of colours break through,

winning over the shades of dreary grey and blue.

So does the pain escape my heart,

Stinging and vexing,

Breaking and making.

 

 

 

Flowers in Spring

 

Spring arrived in my garden,

I welcome the colours,

the flowers, the trees.

The marigolds quietly bloom in the corner,

the geraniums grow gorgeous by the day.

The daffodils smile up at me happily.

The tulips look like elegant ladies,

in their gowns of red and green,

and the flirtatious lilies charm me effortlessly.

Subtle fragrances sail in the air,

and my heart sails away with them.

The Song of the Bird

The Song of the Bird

I would spread my wings and fly high,

scale the mountains and race the sky,

in search of the horizon, I would fly,

past rushing rivers and mirroring lochs,

into the heavenly sky.

Yet, I long in vain for those boundless, faraway heights,

for there is melancholy in the sky,

and sorrow in the winds.

In the confines of the golden bars,

I take a glimpse at the world outside,

and beg for freedom.

I have forgotten how I serenaded the sky,

and drank water from gurgling brooks

Only sorrowful notes escape my lungs now.

I lament and yearn, day and night,

to soar freely once again,

towards the limitless, blue skies.