Hush now, let the silence return,

the deafness is calming me

my blanket of escape

just let me be.

Hush now let the silence breathe,

my thoughts are getting bigger,

killing my soul

the fights are getting louder

lost all control

So, hush and let the silence talk.

It's always expanding , never caring if I 

scream, shout, cry

It's been my friend these long years

will be till I die

The silence can be smothering

moving through me

breaking down everything

corrupting to simplify 

It's deafening and black

getting worse before everything is alright

It'll all be the night

Nothing can change me now

no me even left.

Hush now, let the silence take over,

It lives for me instead

For the Lights

My light is out

My land seems lost.

Have faith my friend

only your path is bent,

all life isn't spent.

The dim like rain keeps falling

For whom do I spark my light?

The darkness is calling

I'm losing my fight.

Do not stray my friend

Your dream can stay true

Your light was meant to shine for one

one, will always be you.

What if when I reach 

no brightness is around?

For lights which I thought were plenty,

none seem to be found.

No one to take your hand 

No one to guide towards your land.

I am not the bravest or my fire bright

is there anything can be done by my light?

There is power in your fire

Strength & Might

It will make the forest brighter still

Defeat the ever growing night.

And if you find no forest

no beacon is in sight

You can be new hope

do it  For the Lights.

There are days with sunshine
a Bright Heart
a Blazing soul.

Days turn sour
minds turn grey
eyes search in a melancholy fire
for lost brightness

shrouded in their blanket of grey
cold tears run from ashen faces

like a spark hands extend to
beating hearts.
A swirling red pigments the grey
a Red of love, a Red of anger
a Red of heart
a Red of Human.

And like a spark again comes the yellow
its suddenness mirroring that of life's
A Bright fills in again.
A Sun warms a Soul.

     

She has tears stored in herself.

Inside the depth of those large

Brown Eyes

are shelves and cabinets

of glass phials for her many tears.

Some are the sweetest you could imagine

saved for the joy of seeing a mountain road

saved for hearing a song long forgotten ago

She uses some to cope with her bitterness 

And some help her drown her sorrow in sleepiness

The ones she loves the most flow with a smile.

The ones she loves the dearest, are all memories

with the purest of delight.

Beneath the roof of sleeping leaves the dreams of trees unfold

 

"Ent: When Winter comes, the winter wild that hill and wood shall slay;
    When trees shall fall and starless night devour the sunless day;
When wind is in the deadly East, then in the bitter rain

I'll look for thee, and call to thee; I'll come to thee again!

EntWife: When Winter comes, and singing ends; when darkness falls at last;
     When broken is the barren bough, and light and labour past;
I'll look for thee, and wait for thee, until we meet again:
Together we will take the road beneath the bitter rain!

Both: Together we will take the road that leads into the West,
               And far away will find a land where both our hearts may rest."

-J.R.R Tolkien

Petrichor

There is such deep ancient

love in that smell.

Sharp, distinct from any other

Crispy clean

and completely fulfilling

Coming along with it

that wind which bites your cheeks red.

Those cracks in the sky

white & silver

That Sound of Power, distinct from any other

Creates an excitement

long forgotten by you.

Feels like the earth

swallows you whole.

Reminds you what it 

 truly is

An Ancient Earth, distinct from any other.

(image from doctor who)

A renaissance woman

Woman with pots & jars filled with

herbs, verbs and self-esteem

One day I will meet you

& we WILL be friends.

You will teach me,

 about your curiosities and dimensionality

You will teach me to be ME

& all the mees*  I can be.

In your fires of song and words

I will burn.

You will show me the other

side of burnt, suffered torture

the BRIGHT side.

And maybe someday with help from you

I will find it

The secrets that make ME.

And maybe I will help another

pass it on.

show her, her faces.

so she can know herselves,

that make her a RENAISSANCE WOMAN

* plural of me :)