Archive for July, 2011

Opus of the Sea

Posted in Passion and Pain with tags , , , , , , on July 30, 2011 by mistressofpoetry

 

I once fell into the sea
And it was warm and loving
I once fell into a dream
And it was filled with the colors of joy
But the seas now stir in a crashing torment
And all that I had been was lost
The day you brought the gales

I grow ever silent as the seas roar on
In the distant epiphany that was our setting sun
In the dreams that now stand still beyond the horizon of sorrow
How I loved you, and was cursed in your burning stare
Wretched I stand
As the mistress of snakes injects her poison…. so deep
And I fall once more into the well of grief

Will you ever love me as I am
Or will the rain flood my soul in these sorrowful tears
Agony flows in the rays of my dying wish
As I claw, pleading, towards the gulf
Let me drown in this emptiness
For passion is a lost child who was burned in his youth

Bury me in the sands which swallow time
And dare to look into the shallow streams
Which hauntingly, stare back and ask,
“Why?”
Was my love deserving of such desolation–
For my heart still beats within the sea,
Where I wait, and mourn…

The Ashen Queen

Posted in Fantasy with tags , , , , , , , on July 22, 2011 by mistressofpoetry

The evening rain slowly draws a smokey breath
To release the pain of a thousand tears
Adorned yet pale
She sits quietly beneath the moon
Her tender brilliance shining o’er through the trees

Her lover, a solitary, silent orb,
Stands watch above his mantle
Grieving not the fantasy he beholds
For he alike is born of mysterious fascination
Enticing those who would dare adore
The forlorn beauty of the sky

Bereft, she kissed his hand in sorrow
As he caressed her ghostly visage
Oh that he could touch her but once of his own volition
And comfort her for just one night
But as she turned with one final departing drop,
And yielded to the sovereign light once more
Her eyes dared glance back to say goodbye

How sweet her essence and how fair her pearl-white approach
When at will she blots out the imperial sun
Covering the sky with the trail of her cloudy garment
Naked, she pours out her blessings upon the clay
As her children stretch out in reverence
To drink her offering of life

The lover returns once more to his nightly throne
To touch the fading aura of her nightly passage
Yet the echo of her thunder brings promise wrought anew
For she is the mother of all beneath her
And the queen of the midnight groom…

Ascent

Posted in From a Melancholic Soul, Goodbye, Moving On, Perseverance with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 15, 2011 by mistressofpoetry

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Light fades
As the sun strokes a final toll upon the sand

Waves dry the tears
With the salt of the barren night sky

And the blue of the opium forest
Lifts itself like gentle angel dreams
Daunted yet daring
To chase the wintered whispers of a neverless horizon
Over the edge of the world

With tiny pebbles beneath my feet
I wither and die beneath the call of the pallid horseman
As we make our escape to destiny’s halls
Faster than the sun
Stronger than the wind
While we set our sails for tomorrow
And kiss the grail of yesterday
Goodbye

Without my young and boundless soul
Days would wind like wandering roots
Searching for a drop of calm
Until the burial reveals its rotted grace
Yet for endless chariot rides
I dare to dive inwards
Toward the scented fields of grey

Softly drifting seas of sky
Turn my eyes away
As dawn appears in the spectred veil
Of illusionary breath
Sheltered within the arms of the solitary mass
Endlessly envisioned within a glass of hope
Yet hopeless in the fog of their distance
Reaching for joy, yet touching only windless void

And the call of its desire keeps touching still
Oblivion
Such woundless naught
Peace is silence
And silence is that which I crave

Light fades
As the night casts its infinite wish upon the earth

The gloom lifts the tears
And I realize my path
Half past the hour of ascent

A Stranger Behind These Eyes

Posted in From a Melancholic Soul, Loss, The Pain of Life with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 8, 2011 by mistressofpoetry

A stranger, I wander alone inside;
For all that I have known, I do not know who stares behind these eyes.
I no longer belong in this place of scowling faces.

Hatred have I recieved for every breath I take,
Rejection has adorned my soul in black;
For it was painted as the shadow in which I roam.

My flesh, so cold and lonely,
For all who would dare to touch me are just as I,
And I find this is most beloved of my mournful soul–to find understanding.

These lost spirits who, abandoned, have found peace within the dark–
These are my true companions
For they know the structure of the intricate dreams that I dream.

The tears escape my eyes,
Which, burning with fatigue and desecrated visions, have sought the end so many times,
But within, still, remains the ponderings of a suffocating struggle to be free.

I question each sound which reverberates within this mind of illusory departure.
To find emotion once more; to find the dreamer which lurks inside these dying halls.
My labrynth is filled with deadly passages, consumed with madness and fear.

I have journeyed far, over the ocean of a time which feeds upon a haggard battlefield,
As the obelisk-like formations resonate the terrifying silence,
For these ancient monoliths have fallen, and I wish not to set foot upon that dread place.

The seasons of waking nightmares have been left behind,
But this is a place that I no longer know, and I am the stranger here.
All eyes are upon my transparent form, and I am become one of the ghosts in this place.

My existence is a perilous void, seeking substance within,
But it is my true companions which have held me fast in the sweat of my disease.
When my wanderings subside, it is their eyes which I will long to see–
Love beyond love, sight beyond vision, trust beyond that of life and death;
And I will fear no more…