She carries it with her always and everywhere
Around her neck or clutched tightly in hand
This delicate piece of jewelry holds her world
Contains the mysteries of her exquisite elegance
A heart shaped golden locket of hopes and dreams
Within it exists all the things she cannot shine without
The reasons for her flawless, heart stopping beauty
As well as the cause of her inner strengths and desires
It holds the enchantment to bring her into her dreams
While providing her with a most pleasant place to dwell
Surrounds her with friends of the vast animal kingdom
To keep her company and provide occasional counsel
As she is led to her fated haven by two of a feathered kind
One brilliant white and brought by the warmth of the sun
The other pitch black and warning of the dangers of the light
Such guidance she receives only within her endless dreams
This brilliantly shining bauble both a blessing and a curse
Holding the power to set her free, yet keeps her captive
Tricks her into the serenity of such peaceful dreams
While her waking world crumbles to dust all around
Yes, this spellbinding trinket holds her mesmerized
Filling her with the same false hopes that befell her kin
Truth be told of the origin of this treasured lavaliere
Stunning pendant was ever so cleverly crafted from sin
Born in absence of light
Raised within the darkness
Grew up inside shadows
Set free to fly at night
Grays begin to quietly fade
As if swallowed by obsidian
Blackness my companion
All form of light betrayed
Pitch of onyx never known
Well before or ever after
It has a certain warmth
Yet comfort chills to bone
Contentment found here
Inside this heavy cloak
Surrounding me wholly
I watch ME disappear
Have you had this dream as well?? It comes to me often in restless fits of frantic slumber. The destination is always unclear, but the urgent desire to arrive is pressing and tangible. As I cross the threshold into the empty cavernous stairwell, I am drawn to the darkness below. An indescribable feeling of anxiety and agitation takes hold of me as I draw from a deep well of courage to continue down the dimly lit steps into a vast and harrowing hallway of uncertainty.
Why must the lights flicker so? With no rhythm or continuity the meager lights cut in and out adding to the thick and palpable unearthly tension. With each descending step the fear increases astronomically. Almost to the point of paralysis, but never quite enough to prevent me from taking the next terrifying step downward. Familiar shapes begin to shift and move in and out of the wavering lights. Darting back and forth from dark to light, light to dark. Elusive but intent on making themselves known.
Then come the voices…Seemingly thousands of voices speaking clearly, plainly, yet cannot be understood. A myriad of indecipherable exclamations fill the air around me. So very many voices speaking as one, and one as many. Listening to this cacophony at great length would surely drive one to utter madness would it not? But would it be an insufferable madness? Or quite possibly a pleasurable new existence to be embraced with eagerness and open mind. Certainly there must be a reason for this yearning to discover what beckons me from below.
As I press on toward the depths, I become aware that the steps that were taken with such fear and trepidation are now replaced by much more relaxed and purposeful movement down the steep stairwell into the dark unknown. My entire body still consumed with terror, but somehow at ease with the reality of being overwhelmed by sheer unrelenting horror. The flickering of the lights and shape shifting shadow creatures coaxing me ever downward into the concrete abyss. My senses telling me I am growing ever closer to the realization of all my fears and desires simultaneously.
So close now I can feel it. The anticipation of the impending realization is heavy and distinct. The moment I have been cautiously awaiting is finally at hand. As I continue to make my way down the steps, I am overcome with the feeling that the mood has changed. Is it my imagination or is it becoming increasingly brighter in these depths? Yes…. the shadows that led me to this point have all but disappeared as the light gets brighter still, and brilliant streams of sunlight start to pour through the cracks in the walls and ceiling. As I start to run downward chasing the darkness, I am pulled away by the light.
Sadly, this is where my dream ends. Each time I seem to get closer and closer to the point of dark fulfillment, only to be taken away and left to walk through my waking hours consumed by the curiosity of what I hope to find at the bottom of that stairwell. For I am certain now that the only peace I will find will not materialize in the conscious world, but in the dark expanses of my own eerily imaginative unconscious mental dreamscape. Perhaps next time I am drawn into that descending stairway of dread, I will be able to make haste and find true discovery of self and purpose with whatever waits for me down below.
Cold ocean waves
Across the wake
Jaws of death
Scream in pain
For no ones sake
Rip and tear
Shred and shake
Flesh is torn
Bones they break
Glimpse the moon
One last time
Pray the LORD
My soul to take.
Tortured souls and darkened hearts, hardened by the atrocities the eyes have looked upon with casual indifference for so long. Beauty seems lost to the sensibilities of the spiritually barren beings whose sole purpose is to keep kindled a meaningless existence. The potential damned and the inherent beauty never realized is the tragedy of reality when the perception becomes one of complete absence of self worth.
Was it really so long ago when things were much different? When the path that led to this dark place was not so overwhelmingly present? When exquisite grace and soft sensibilities could still be glimpsed in the mirror? In remembering those times it seems like just yesterday, but somehow, as things have become excruciatingly evident, also seems like a million years have passed since that time of carefree innocence, and the signs of things to come were not so foreboding.
This must serve as a constant reminder that far too often the other cheek is turned away from the horrific truths and the worlds sons and daughters are left to join the ranks of the walking dead, as the flame that is their spirit and will to survive flickers in the breeze and is finally extinguished by the cruel hand of fate.