Long Steps Poems
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The river of life flows freely, whispering ancient secrets under the starry sky,
the waves sing with joy, crashing against the shores with the longing for a new beginning,
the light of youth shines like a beacon in the deep night,
guiding lost steps on the paths of unseen connections,
under golden skies, clouds dance in slow and wide spirals,
a solitary duck begins its stellar spin on wings of dreams,
gliding and floating gently, seeking meaning in the heights,
pain whispers stories through veils of mysterious mist,
seasons change, flowers bow their petals to the earth,
the steadfast tree remains a silent guardian of passing time,
crossing deserts, it seeks the hidden spark in shadows,
the light that timidly shines under the gaze of stars,
the path of life seems a well-known road, eternal and mysterious,
the search for joy remains a deep and unattainable mystery,
in our dreams, sorrows find their place in silence,
happiness and pain blend into a fragile balance,
the timeless dream, a sweet enchantment that carries us beyond time,
a vision born from the gentle light of love lost and found,
we embrace the ephemerality of life with gentleness and gratitude,
through the magical webs of time that pass unceasingly and silently.
Leisure feet moved slowly,
As I embarked on my return,
By the same road that has kissed my feet,
Since time was born for me.
The autumn moon lit,
What was rather a dead night,
Chatterings of the stove, waves of laughter filled,
What was rather a dead night.
But I was not lone,
Not too far, there I saw,
Amidst the white flowers of dreams,
She walked in steps steady.
The dead night was revived,
The flowers flew in the passionate wind,
So did her hair like the gentle ripples of a lake,
But she was unmoved and walked in steps steady.
Where did she live? I wondered,
The land seemed too brutal for her feet,
The wind too angry,
Yet she walked in steps steady.
Perhaps she was from the heavens,
She shall return when a new rainbow bridges the sky,
In her dress pure white,
She will walk in steps steady.
There she will drink the Manna Dew,
Where the land will be soft as the pink petals of roses,
The wind calm as the Daffodils,
She can walk there in steps steady.
The road divided itself,
And she chose the path I cannot embark,
I stood and watched her go,
As she walked in steps steady.
The Holy Cross Church with its neo-Gothic facade was too beauteous and too rare,
so clustered among the aristocratic neat palaces,
choked by the shadows of less ancient buildings;
I often looked up to glance at its tall bell-tower with a chill in my curly hair!
When I was the altar boy, I had to climb a thousand steep steps
to pull the rough cord and make that brass bell merrily ring,
and it relentlessly tolled far into the fertile valley kissed by spring,
and its resonant strokes summoned all to Vespers at six!!
By all means I should have wisely chosen the priesthood...
wine and bread I placed on a silver plate to be offered
before the altar, where the invisible eye of God watched me;
I worshiped Him and He blessed me for my sincerity!
The Holy Cross Church still stands there and its steps invoke my footsteps,
the gentle footsteps of a fine boy who turned his faith into a fervent creed;
and even if sunshine never hit my cold face slanting upward like a shield...
through the glass-stained windows it dazzled to restore the presence of grace!
How I would like to hear that huge organ play the lovely," Ave Maria" by Mozart,
making the gathered faithful cry and moved by its inspiring sound I contemplated an art ,
which revered and honored God in His glory...so exuberantly expressed by Man's spirit!
No other place, more beautiful than this, can make me forget the awe and joy that I felt!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Don’t worry about failure, let it pass like rain,
Each stumble you carry is not lived in vain.
Every “almost” and “not yet” you quietly endure
Is shaping the moment when your aim lands sure.
The road may be heavy, your steps may feel slow,
But roots grow in darkness before flowers show.
A thousand wrong turns do not lessen your worth
They’re echoes of learning, the rhythm of earth.
Let doubt knock your door, let it speak, let it try,
You don’t owe it victory, only a reply.
For hope isn’t loud, and success isn’t loud
It rises in silence, unshaken, unbowed.
So breathe through the nights when belief feels thin,
When the world says “no” but you whisper “begin.”
For fate doesn’t count how many times you fall
It waits for the moment you rise once, that’s all.
From the depths of forgotten sleep, the shadows of unknown dreams rise,
On the paths of the night, our steps are guided by nameless stars,
In the cosmic silence, the whispers of destiny that traverse us are heard,
Every hidden thought becomes a window to the inner light.
Through forests of memories, the heart seeks its way to clear light,
On the wings of time, we carry our desires like old mantles,
Echoes of the past resound in the depths of our soul,
We seek to unravel the full symphony of life beyond the dream.
In the mirror of dreams, we see fragments of unspoken truths,
We travel through abysses of silence, where shadows dance,
Beyond the veil of time, the unseen universe unfolds,
In every blink of light, a new beginning is born.
The river of time flows with whispers, carrying us to horizons of fire,
Every step is an incantation revealing the mysteries of being,
When we meet the unknown, we discover the essence of destiny,
And thus, we awaken from the illusion that carried us through the eternal night.
From the chaos of dreams, order is born, unraveling the mystery of the soul,
Every thought, a key; every feeling, a gateway to immortality,
In the dance of the stars, we find the lost rhythm of existence,
We delve into the depths of being, where silence becomes light.
I stand at the edge of time, where yesterday weaves into today in an eternal dance,
I gaze upon the uncharted path that stretches like a blank canvas, waiting to be painted by my steps,
The wind whispers secretly, like an old confidant, of a future lurking beyond the horizon's line,
Where unspoken dreams take shape and color in the silence of evening that descends upon the world.
The sunset casts its golden curtain over the day, and the last glimmer of light fades like a forgotten dream,
Shadows dance upon the stage of darkness, like phantoms dissolving in the wake of a dreamer,
The stars, those beacons of the universe, light up one by one, guiding me toward the open sky,
Silent witnesses to my inner journey, they watch over me, offering courage to press on.
I yearn to soar on eagle's wings, to feel the cold air cut my breath and give me life anew,
To sail upon the waves where sea and heart sing together in a duet of eternity,
To dance freely beneath a starry curtain, where dreams become real and tangible,
To discover the magic that lies beyond the light, where the soul finds its solace and peace.
tears inside, no one sees,
oh lord how my heart cries out to thee,
distractions and persuations from everyside,
oh how i long to just crawl up and hide,
hide me in your heart, take me away,
take me, lord, to a better place,
a place where motives are not misleading,
as i cry these tears, i can see everything clearly,
i could fill this cup with pain and sorrow,
but i know for my future i'll see better tomarrows,
for what my god promises me, no one could ever take,
through every misleading and every mistake,
he marks my steps with assurance at hand,
he will guide me to his promise land.
Form:
I wish to lose myself in that delicate and gentle light,
in a fragile morning that dissolves into nothingness,
to be pure madness and silent peace like a dream,
completely forgotten, impossible yet desired.
I wish to collapse into the grass untouched by steps,
with eyes fixed on the infinite and insatiable sky,
to immerse myself in the scents of summer flowers,
and to love endlessly all that is alive and vibrant.
I wish to see the ripple and flow of the blue river,
among the curly bushes embracing the banks,
to absorb with my skin the warm glow of the sun,
and to jump into the water like in childhood, without a care.
I wish a naive and sweet melody to fill my soul,
to inhale the air like ripe, juicy fruits,
so my soul may fly wild, without reason,
and my heart may race, dizzy with freedom.
I wish to meet what I have lost,
even for a moment to dive into that distant past...
But for all that has passed, the price has been paid,
and now remains only the reward of a secret farewell.
In the mystery of the endless night, when stars extinguish one by one,
Shadows gently dance on the vast plain of my weary soul,
And echoes of old longings rise, waking me from deep slumber,
In search of a lost meaning among constellations of strange thoughts.
On forgotten paths, my steps wander through forests of memories,
Where trees whisper ancient mysteries, and the wind sings forgotten songs,
Searching in deep roots for a source of light to soothe
The burden of loneliness that presses like a heavy cloak of shadows and mist.
Beyond the veil of illusion, the universe sends me sacred signs,
In the flow of infinite time, silent answers hide,
And in the labyrinth of creation, I lose myself in rhythms of incantations,
In a spiral of dreams and realities, seeking a path upward.
The waters of silence caress my soul thirsty for truth,
In their deep waves, I immerse to find solace,
And in their hypnotic flow, I let myself be carried by currents
To lands of tranquility where all pains disappear.
Repetitions of desires and hopes illuminate my path,
Through magical alliterations, I build a bridge to the sky,
In the contemplation of infinity, I rediscover a forgotten peace,
And in connection with all that exists, I discover eternal love.
Thus, through the stream of consciousness, I learn to embrace
The divine chaos of existence, transforming it into harmony,
For in the depth of melancholy, new life springs forth,
And only by sipping from the cup of pain do I find the honey of life.
The role of man is to experience the drama of life. We might guess why the universe was created, at the least it was for man to live this material life. His inherent nature has developed, over the eons of surviving in this lonely place. His passions have run the gamut of all things that can be held. With his bare hands, he has made every kind of thing found under the sun. His imaginative creations, speak of the artist and the craftsman as mystical shaman, and with an inspired hand, raises up all of mankind. For he has made that legendary journey of a thousand steps, and set in motion, The Divine Mission. Mans evolution is in the interest of all the cosmos, for where else would you find a race like the humans, with their extreme nature? With their war and peace, the dying and the newborn, the nightmares and the beautiful dreamers? Is there another place that has bred those such as us? Who else could you find that believe in a god such as ours, and where else would you find a creature that would die, for such a thing as love?!