Have you ever chased twilight through to morning
when silver bands of hope
separate your horizon from your reality.
When the silence is heavier than the atmosphere
and you're forced to inhale it.
Crumpled sheets do nothing more than hinder
and the heavy breathing of your companion
suffocates under the weight of the pillow
that turns to dust in your clenched fist.
You can fight it,
Chase daylight like there may not be a tomorrow
cursing the electric green of the collection of alarm clocks
that tease and taunt
you can simply
let it be.
Rise to greet the darkness like the lover you never copped to
on that stolen August so many years ago.
Inhale its perfume, drunk on dreams
swimming in the silence
you wanted to run from.
Your surroundings look different
caught in the smokey haze of those silver bands
Hope tastes different
when viewed on the horizon
and the truth of your destiny whispers.
I am every warrior princess my childhood ever conceived
Every healer witch
Every divine heart.
I am all
and I am nothing
Creator and destroyer
cuffed in silver bands
Until Brother Sun Rises
Stealing my Mother Moon
calling the stragglers home.
Solitude...I absolutely crave it. And Claudia is treating us to its wares as prompt over at Meeting The Bar. After another busy day in real life...I can bet dVerse is hopping...so if solitude is the last thing you're looking for, give a click and visit a pub full of fantastic poets!