Of closure

I look more at the past than to the future. Wide awake I produce more memories than desires. So lost I seem to me that you might see me roaming the streets with eyes gazing at the horizon whislt my mind will be wondering where I left myself. Here I give words, here I drain my soul, but closure seems to grow everyday, stronger, with a will to learn to move on. I've always believed that alone I'm stronger, now I'm stronger and alone I seem to be myself.

In the Winter

There was a silence in the world;
At the behest of darkness came light,
At the brink of destruction came the bold,
There, where there was only wrong, came the right
To save the innocent from the demons.

Dead and wicked things stir in the wild
Upon where plays a simple child,
She runs and laughs and enjoys the simple life
Letting all dark things out of sight.

Crawling spiders and flying ladybugs,
Howling wolves and loose grubs,
All those around her flourish,
All of them with her child play relish.

But all living things have dead shadows,
Unkempt, never resting, all of them have sorrows
That keep them coming back from the grounds
And haunt all those who step their mounds.

This girl dare play in the dark of the forest
Unknowingly of the wrongs there lay to rest,
Unforgiving of all they deemed trespassers
And would drag down all of those who were offenders.

Such they considered this wild little girl,
So naive, playfully dancing around in a whirl,
Quickly their hands grasped to drag her down,
A scream from her mouth arose and, suddenly, no sound.

A child was lost in the high dirt
To all but to the all seeing bird,
For, you see, high is a place where only eagles dare,
And all this aggression they saw from up there.

Wolves and owls heard the shrilling scream,
Beavers, bats, even snakes found this judgement mean
And quickly set to move and save
The infant from an early grave.

Wolves dug the earth, snakes scouted the dark,
Owls quickly called the dogs who set out to bark
To bring the elders swiftly to the location,
To find the girl and bring her salvation.

Early morning came with men with torches and shovels
Ready and steady to drive the tormented back to their level,
For Hell has seven circles and all of those swarmed,
And this little girl, belonging to none, could not be harmed.

Morning sun came with morning dew
Came with an alliance of men and animal and rescue true,
That a child innocent would remain
But mindful of all the care that she should maintain.

Thankful for the sun was she for it shined
Thankful for the elders she was for the time they arrived,
Thankful she grew for the animals who saved her with mind as their tool,
But above all thankful for Mother Nature for alive and ready was she for this Yule.

Hearth

Why would you leave? The hearth is lit, the shadows dance over our feet as we hold each other closely, taking in the heat, protecting us from the humid cold of the winter night outside. It has come sooner this year. But regardless we have the sheets to warm us, the body heat to keep us together, the silence to communicate, only words to tear us apart. Why then would you leave? You could stay and enjoy the winter, see the leaves fallen and the trees naked. To just be, just exist, just breathe in my bed, let me see your skin shine under the light of the fire, allow me to relish your presence. You've been gone too much and I now know not what to think. My room feels like a grave of memories of the times you've spent here. I was able to look at you then, to admire your beauty, wonder what it was that brought you to me. But you've been gone for too much time now and I wonder what you think. Please tell me you're lost, shout so I can hear you, I'll come and get you.
You see, lately I've been burning. The colder it gets the warmer I get. My rage acts up, but this cold weather envelops me, gathers my attention and directs me to the early night to find peace. Lately I've been wanted. But I'm still waiting. Maybe I'm wrong but I'm just holding on until you come back again. This is survival for me. But surviving isn't much. Even knowing it's not the same to you as it is to me, even knowing I'm probably holding on to something that isn't there, I just remember your smile much too fondly to fall out now. I keep holding on to see you again, kiss you, watch your hips dance at my touch. This isn't living, it's barely breathing, but it's my way to believe that something in you will change. Maybe then you'll stay. I'll keep the fire burning.