In the Shadow of a Streetlight

Strange

Quiet and deserted

Lonely

Forsaken and haunted

Hunched

His head bowed

Rusty

He cries

His screams are a silent ‘shrill’

His tears, unseen

His tears and screams touch

They conceive heat

His face glows as heat grows,

And expands

And explodes

Littering the street

With its bright orange blood

~IBleed~

Gateways and Pearls

She soars on the wings of a song
A song of love, a song of truth
A song touching the soul
A song extracting every bit of pain
From an afflicted heart

He rides on the crest of a lingering wind
A wind devoid of worries, a wind of certainty
A wind instilling within his chest, hope
A wind blowing away the clouds of despair
From a dejected self

Together, they glide effortlessly
Into a promise
Etched into the eyes of none
But the two
As one

Unfulfilled

On the eroded ground

Lies a path for the fallen rain

A stream with no sound

A flood of waste

Through the dawn of his life

Filters a golden ray of light

An assurance of a bright warm sun

A fore gleam of an eternal luminance

Clouds - dark and murky

Shrouds a gift of power and beauty

He lived and died a “potential”

Never attaining his true stature

His life was a dream

A dream, unfulfilled