The Constant Howl Of Wailing Winds,

I lived a life,

Of solitude,

No dove,

No traps of love,

The sunrise,

A sign of no demise.

I never tracked time,

I was always sublime,

Yet then came fortitude,

Destroying my solitude.

I

Had

No

Choice.

I tried to flee,

My legs tied to the knees,

I couldn’t run fast enough.

So I turned,

No more running,

No more sputtering,

Fortitude replacing solitude,

Barren pain,

Stabbed

Right

Through.

Now my days,

No longer quiet,

A presence,

Waiting,

Peace is gone,

War awaits,

There shall be no silence,

For several years,

Till change is here.

It was nothing but,

Shadow's breeze,

That hung above our heads,

In sheer of time's freeze,

Crept along the slanted walls,

Till' it threw its storm,

There was a silent crawl,

Then a raging brawl.

The single feather,

That flutters so feebly,

In the calm breeze,

As if time would almost freeze.

The softest wind,

That escapes my lips,

The feather rising high,

And low,

From the ever-changing tide,

Of the rhythm of time.

After the Rain

Maybe we’re just waiting for the hope,

That lingers with the fresh scent of the rain,

But it’s so hard to cope,

With the desolations of ash,

Falling in flurries,

So seamless,

Gentle,

The marking of a new day,

In barren pain.

The rain,

Clear, faint droplets,

That make a resounding splatter,

Soaking the ashen ground,

Like a serenade,

The harmony of the wind,

The whispering leaves,

And the rippling rain,

A song so pure,

So graceful,

That overpower,

The stinging pain.

It seemed so lifeless,

Hopeless,

Useless,

When there was no sound,

Amidst the smokey haze,

Just the Earth in it’s silent stance,

Like time itself was in a trance,

When the first rain,

Hit the ground,

The skies crying out,

Their sorrow,

And the uncertainty of tomorrow.

Then, so strange,

There was a calm yet sudden change,

When the clouds bellowed,

Their last thunder,

And moved on,

The illumination of the sun,

Unseen for so long,

And if you listened,

Ever so carefully,

You could hear the soft singing,

From the birds beyond.

You can't blame yourself for not knowing,

If you didn't even begin to learn it. -Unknown

Although we are filled with worries,

There's this presence,

That sways in the breeze,

Creeping along the unknown lands,

Calling a name,

That seems to be familar,

Yet impossible to place.

Maybe we just believe,

That we are submerged in what we perceive,

Maybe we all live in denial,

Of reality's truth.

Boredom is in a way,

Sense of freedom.

The only reason you're bored,

Is because you chose,

Not to act.

When I think of home,

I think of you,

Where the skies were a beautiful blue,

Where there were never tears nor rue,

Where the crackling hearth,

Bathed it's warmth into the Earth,

Its dancing flames,

Reminding me,

Of the echoed laughter,

And the times on the porch,

With the sunlight shining,

When we sat together.

Fortitude

There is helpless heartbreak,

Ripples in the endless lone lake,

The scattering of light,

Swift, unsteady, the wind,

Drifting above the clouds.

It's so hard,

To see the kindle,

The hope,

When you spend time,

In solace,

Solitude,

Till the day when,

The world's upside down,

The water from the skies,

Threatening to drown,

There are soft cries,

Of people who lie,

Who only say,

I give up.

But it is said,

That life's light waits in its stead,

That maybe sacrifice,

Is worth something.

Even if tolerance is finite,

Maybe it's worth fighting,

To face it all,

To save someone,

To know that you tried,

In fortitude.

We drown ourselves in the illusion,

That we drive our lives,

Lost in our own confusion,

There are always secret knives.

We believe we're so wise,

Blinded by unknown lies,

Our destinies held hostage,

By the forbidding skies.

Though who's to say,

That we can have it our way?

The truth held at bay,

From clueless minds,

The changes so mere,

Only seen when we rewind.

Life is not driven by us,

Though we may think we're the biggest bus,

That destiny lies in our hands.

But if you opened up,

Realize,

We are afraid to admit,

That life was never lead,

By us.