Alone

When life was young and everything new

And the sky was always a powder blue

Days were long

And all birds’ song

Illuminated love’s beauty true

The veiled light of her aura fell into my room early

Shaking me from dreams

As from her streams

All of tomorrow’s gain was like a stain

A stain on the heart of trust

Inside the dark there is a quiet peace

But nothing shivers like the cold of oneness

Thoughts get carried but never reach a destination

In the aloneness of morning

A voice is summoned, but barely heard

As its resonance breaks the shattered pieces

Until they no longer resemble life

Reflections only seem to magnify the hold

A heart stretches, looking for relief

Or truth in what it knows but cannot feel

There is a solidarity in being wordless

But at the cost of an essence that screams for release

Trapped, it struggles to break free from

Netting that holds its core in superficial conviction

There is a depth that the surface cannot comprehend

Inside a hollow that fills the soul

Life is seemingly less in control

Destiny knows wings and flies

When time proves difficult to try

And all that’s left is this oneness

A soft and breezy air in morning light

Sometimes enough, is more than a heart can stand

And there is loss within the darkness of being lonely            

Forgive me

Lark's Song

Perched upon some silent tree

The Lark is singing quietly

Lament for loss of feathered heart

Which sadly tore his soul apart

A song to mirror friendless skies

In hues more blue than bluest eyes

Waking all from fabled sleep

And far more sad than Willow’s weep

Though resonant and kind to ear

It grieved and broke my heart to hear

Listening, the sky turned gray

As dancing sun refused to play

And hid behind the stormy clouds

That cast the gentle earth in shroud

When suddenly the Lark’s song crowned

A note to drown all other sound

Then silence fell with deafening ache

That caused the hardest hearts to break

And as I walked, dark loneliness

Bathed in perfect emptiness

While melancholy reigned supreme

And stripped me from the land of dreams

But I would weather any pain

To hear the sad Lark’s song again

Copyright © roxannegaebel [03 - 26 -2007]

The Ghosts of Christmas Eve

How much will be taken
before I’m left ..
empty ~

Strength lying formless in the dark

with strangled echoes of Christmases past;

the only joy in a child’s cursed existence

has now been brought to the mercy of

shadows that have been cast

from a light that slowly dims~

When every part of you feels shattered

how do you piece it back together?

It seems not enough for a heart to break-

memories tossed through a dull grey window of the mind-

of smiles and laughter

of happily ever after;

all just a girl’s hollowed wish for something more kind

And the Ghosts that haunt this night
feel no remorse or shame
they dance within the light
of fate’s regret and blame

The battle to stay the pain is lost

and a weary soul has paid the cost

stained in rain

and suffered to feel the same again

every

Christmas

Eve ...

Copyright © roxannegaebel  [01-03-2007]