Fortune

I dreamt of years yet to come,
amidst rolling hills and deep blue skies
a glowing sunset, all the while
my arms around your shoulders, tight

the autumn leaves would blow past
the pond that mirrored a million stars
But I'd see naught but the beauty before me.
So engulfed was I

Your scornful eyes were mellow then,
Your soft hair would drift into my face
Your warmth in my soft embrace
Your smile behind my shuttered eyes.

I woke. With a pain in my chest
And wiped the last tears from wearied eyes
As the dark flower of reality bloomed
The vision faded with the light

Lady Fortune smiled not upon me
And such visions, only will dreams devise.

Sleeping Beauty

I dreamt of a tower built long ago. Surrounded by rolling hills and a garden of peaches.
A hundred sleeping beauties, all in a row, draped over beds and chairs and sofas.
And whittling away at a bench, an old woman grey.
Forever bent over the kitchen stove, serving cold breakfast to a dozing dragon.

Souless.

I have no faith, no religion.
I am not lost, not broken, not unsaved.
There is no Absolute Truth, no Damnation.
There is me, the world and my own way.
There is no hope when there is no hope,
No fear when there is no danger and no Love when there is no person.
I have no Dependence upon which I cannot see and cannot feel.
They tell me its freedom, they tell me it's hell.
They tell me many things because to them, I am Lost, Unsaved, Broken. A leaf in a tornado, a sheep in a flood.
But I am not one of them. I cling to my own truth, watch it scatter, shatter and fade away. I create others in a world of my own imagination and strength.

You speak of the tears you share and the pains you carry together. That I envy, and long for.
You speak of the Truth that remains solid within you heart, a heart bigger than your mind and a faith stronger than your body.
But for me, there is no eternity only now. And I wonder.
Is it you or I that shall win in the end?

Lady Red

A flame flickers in a hearth.
Red, golden.
And shadows that dance within.
Lost as I awaken.

The spark of one word fades
And fades into the darkness
Here, I am left blind
Though my eyes are open

The air is thick,
Thick as blood left to dry,
Stained upon white sheets
And lost beneath the waves
A lone fish swims
Lighted by Its own light


I see the flame flicker
And I see the shadows dance,
I see the fire choke
In a cloud of its own ashes.

I see it waver,
and as it dies
The embers glow red
In one last goodbye.

And then it was light
As the ashes turn grey
The cold morning sun
Darkens the way.

Ice Prince

Sempai is cold, like an ice sculpture
Holding hands with ice,
I feel his warmth tug at mine.

His smile is brilliant
Icy, glancing off glacier blue,
I gasp at Perfection.

He brushes against my skin
I lean in
And feather soft flakes kiss
My upturned face.

One hug, I remember,
My breath misted,
My heart was frozen in that moment
Forever in that second
At that time.
I was frozen on the inside

But that's okay.
I quite like it.
I despise heat, for fear
It would melt that precious ice away
and all that's left inside,
a puddle of muddied water
to mirror me.