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Tag: Hope

and maybe the flowers won’t bloom

tender shoots reach
from the shadows
as the blue sighs
to become the green

It is in those moments
when solitude
aches
to be the sky

slumbering hearts
listen
as the clouds
smile

It is in those moments
when solitude
aches
to believe

a scent of romance
brushes the wild
to drift and become
a rose

It is in those moments
when solitude
aches
to inhale

silent steps
edge closer to reality
as moonlight
brings its own dawn

It is in those moments
when solitude
aches
to flower

and maybe
the flowers won’t bloom
because
they already are

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The Heart of Things

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Peace comes from within
where in the heart of things
there beats a solitary tear
a single droplet of hope
crying for unity

Peace for us all

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… and ever on the wanderer toils

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… and ever on the wanderer toils
to collect the wind-blown mighty spoils

From whence he came
to where he travels
he cannot answer
for his echo, unanswered

He watches with an unfeigned smile
his eyes a-twinkling
his heart on fire

He is the keystone
between light and dark
reading the script
to be the guide and to hark

… and ever on the wanderer roams
to collect the vestiges of broken souls

To sing, dance and fly
are his only wishes
but Earth-bound mortal
his solitude immortal

He speaks of the silent crashing waves
with his spirit and life
with his peaceful malaise

He is the leaf
‘pon which the dusts settle
for his rain of love
gives our rust its mettle

… and ever on the wanderer dreams
to collect the ticket for his own release

Deep within

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Candles bring with their dance of light
a certain kind of peace in the darkness
and there they create shadows
where the monsters live
and where the pitiful beat of change, aches to escape

The sorcery begins deep within
as the wax slows the ticking screams of time
and there
shadows awaken his soul’s dark remnants, of before

These malevolent madnessess of poetic strangulations
bring a curse upon him
and so he succumbs to the shadows of doubt
and the nakedness of fear

This peace in the darkness
this certain kind of, hope
drips to create patterns on the cold dark of his mind
where the monsters live
and where these creatures are screaming, deep within

and so dear friends
the wind is blowing beyond the window
bringing with it, remnants of tomorrow
where time is catching up with his pen
and where the mirror, reflects the candle flame’s

end

New paths born out of the shadows

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Reflections of time
dance upon the darkened road
where lost hope
is found within life’s
brilliance of possibilities

and so the path
to new
is only shadowed
by those cold feelings
of night’s naked sleeplessness

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