hidden from view

i have given everything
every morsel of my being has been devoured
i breathe
i feel
i cry
but still each tear falls shallow
every breath sighs and echoes with my emptiness
each emotion is wrought with the same discontent
i gave it all to them
my friends
my lovers
my foes
each one and the same in their deceptions
lovingly tore away my facade
leaving my weakness exposed
throw this desiccated wood onto the fire
watch me burn
feel the heat of my passing
watch me die
but a glowing ember
soon to be discarded
this is life
this is all that is left
i was once not so different from them
i too once felt the thrill of passion
i too once lept for joy
i too once indulged in my sorrows and pain
but now i am as the sunset
marvel at my beauty
gaze softly at the world enshrouded in my glow
for soon i will pass
soon a silvery shadow of what once was will take my place
you will marvel at it's beauty still
gaze softly at the world enshrouded in it's glow
but still it is no more than a reflection
a mirror
my own deception
i will be gone
away into the deep forgiving void
hidden from view.

the revolving door

i watched the world go by
through a slow revolving door
the whisper and the sigh
as it's brushes swept floor
tiny patters on the glass
as raindrops fell like tears
and all the while
the world still passed
seconds turned to minutes
then to years

the mumble and the clatter
down the hall
of people rushing by
barely taking any notice
if at all
of the swishing and the patter
of the slow revolving door
or the murmuring and clatter
of their feet upon the floor

i glanced to left and right
to the painting then the door
and then saw such a sight
as i never had before
the twirling door stood still
and the rain it's pattering ceased
the murmur now was quiet
and no sounds of clicking feet

i stood and closed my eyes
then glanced about once more
the world was standing still
so i opened wide the door
outside the rain hung solemn
in a sky that slept quite still
not a flicker there of movement
no breeze or winter chill

i wandered though great cities
through the towns and countryside
no obstacles to stop me
the world was mercy to my stride
i saw the seven wonders
and the many more besides
i walked on waves, danced on clouds
and slept on frothy tides

in these moments or these hours
in these minutes or these days
i saw the world a thousand times
in five hundred different ways
each person and each object
each though perfect
still quite flawed
and then i went from whence i came
back through the turning door

i sat upon my chair again
and paused a moment more
then closed my eyes
opened them

and then i watched the world go by
through the slow revolving door.

Morning

the morning breaks,
and with it lies the cool and gentle thoughts,
of what lays within it's wake,
what of the new beginnings dawn has brought,
as passions fill my eyes with golden light
the vales and hills reflect such beauty bright,
within the breeze,
the hush and mellow melody of birds,
the rustling of the leaves,
seem to whisper in their own enchanted words,
what secrets do they to each other sigh
twain death of night and birth of morn is nigh
a prayer perhaps for i,
the one so wrought with loves pure ills
for you the one whom for my love doth spill.