darkling-light

the dusk covers the earth in its scented tranquillity buzzing with life, quiescent till the dawn. I lie awake, pulse tingling with the breath of night, Heart yearning for the light yet so far away. My thoughts churn, flitting away from me like startled deer, Calling- an insistent thread, unnameable, for which I have no answer. Nights stretched unseen Filled with this tranquil turmoil, to linger, fading with the dawn. I wait, unanswered, for the light Glimpsed and tasted but never true. A light not found in day Glimmering, untouched In those beloved And rarely found

I cry behind a hooded mask. I cry in rivers. My love is rendered twain, and forked. And my heart bleeds with it. Confusion reigns my every thought, Turbulent seas, where hope dies in it. Love surrounds me, yet I walk in fog. Wishing my love would find me. Yet my hope is forlorn My loves are not my own. And my heart breaks to follow.

A tear slides down my cheek, I might as well be looking at you. Yet I am alone But we are all children, lost, confused in the fog. So we are not alone. Lift your arms and your fingers will touch another's. I lift my hand. But what happens when you won't lift yours?

A peculiar hobbit sits at my desk, No golden leaf, but wooden buttons instead. And a hood, drawn against the world..

The girl kicked off her shoes, gulping for breath as she slammed the door open and ran into the rain. Her feet sped along the slippery mud and grass. She ran as though wolves howled in pursuit. Rain pattered around her. The wolves chased her mind. Rounding a corner, the tears mingled with the rain drops. It seemed even the sky cried for her. Slipping, she fell to her knees, heedless of how the wind chilled her skin, how the mud chilled her bones. Sobbing, she uttered a single word to the heavens. Sobbing, weak with grief, she dragged her knees up and clung to them, resting her head on the wet mud there. The word echoed in her mind and te

The afternoon light dapples me, warming my skin. The earth is vibrant beneath me, The wind moves over me, brushing through the trees. The birds call around me, through me, laughing gaily. The scent, the sights and sounds, It is as if the very air is alive. A bird flutters in its frivolous way above me, The grass crackles beneath me as i watch its movement. This world is calm, unafraid, filled with light. I think i could almost breath in its life, its joy. A motor draws me back to the world of concrete and metal, . Wistfully I long to linger here for but one more moment, just a moment. In this world of blue skies and green. But th