Not the worship of ashes
but transmission of fire
Time at its best
will the Muses inspire
Nostalgia and tears
rebury the past
With passion incarnate
— this moment to last
(Connelly Center: September, 2025)
My hope must be managed.
As my vision is salvaged.
All that is left is what exists.
And my delusions of happiness exit.
Ripples of tear.
That used to strike fear.
But now the voiceless sounds are slim.
And I am taunted with a dim-
Treasure that I must rebury.
That I will forget in a hurry.
A midnight pearl awakes me from my slumberous sleep
Deep within my psyche a waking poem begins to creep
Climbing from my earth bound mind the words begin to seep
Many have said, beware my dreams, as strange things have oft been released
Last week bespoke a volcano demon that rained embers upon our house
A storm devil once arose, attempting to carry off our old farmhouse
This week I feel the energy of an earthquake god, as he tries to venture forth
Our basement trolls, him perchance to rebury, are traveling to war henceforth
But they had truly best hurry, for I tell thee we are out of time
Still amidst the darkest, deepest, black of times, a light can begin to shine
Verily I swear, this night a candle will be lite, to shine upon this rhyme
For I will evoke the will of God, with prayer most sublime
Therefore, pray a prayer oh so sweet, like a garland to lie upon our heads
Thus to bespeak, I awake beside my love, with romantic sonnets to be led
Written 4-15-12
I sit in wonder is this a nightmare
Is all the memories all we will share?
I cry when I think that it slipped away
And there is nothing I can do or say
To bring you back to my heart once more
Where you would be safe and warm
Yet I replay the day you let me go
Over and over again just so I know,
That I shouldn't hold hope for
Things that may not come once more
I grieve for a loss so great
That my entire body aches
my heart has been viced
And cut and diced
Yet I know you didn't mean to
Im crushed from losing you
And my wounds will heal in time
And once more my life will be sublime
I will crawl back in my hole
And rebury my soul
Never to let another that close
Because the Lord knows
I can't do this again
he knows where I have been
And the heartachs I have endured
Now I am reassured
That love is for the few
Just not for me and you
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