When the rain comes crashing down
I falter across my platitudes, unencumbered.
Baby dolls dress themselves up in their
Mother’s clothes, walking around in high
Heels; trying to play grownups.
They take their own little baby dolls
And become trendsetters who walk
The catwalk into the realm of high
Cosmology offers a dance to them
While taking their little hands;
Swaying them too and fro.
Only the whispers in the morning
Call out to the graves of their
Ancestors to awaken the light
Dormant within their souls.
These children of the storm
Must carry within their hearts
Fountains of gold in the form
Of liquid light.
For it is this liquid light which
Stirs; fighting them every step
Of the way.
I walk down icy roads; slipping
And sliding with every step I take,
Trying to muster up enough strength
To hold myself up.
The crazed moon is surrounded by
I can barely see through the fog
You mustered up for me.
I cannot fathom the lack of light
You behold in the darkness.
For it is darkness which binds
You to your grave;
Forbidding you to move forward
Into the Holiness which lordly
Light succumbs me in the hours
Of my desert moon’s cry.
I’m lifted out of the hole
I’m buried in.
I toss the dirt into your eyes.
It burns your flesh; transforming
You into charcoal.
Your nothing but ashes to ashes
And dust to dust; and you go
Back to from which you came.
For you’re now burning in the
Fierce pits of Hades’ cauldron.
You’re forever embroiled in his
Satiated eyes of purple.
For your soul shall continue to
Burn up in the sulking lyre’s of
Your foolish pride which strung
You up by your frigid heart.
How could a flamboyant drink
Uplift you when all there is but
Darkness in your cave.
There is no fire burning in your
For there is only the stinging from
The bite from Hades’ teeth.
Your eyes are milky from walking
Death’s road for so many long a year.
However, I only see truth in the light
Of my spirit from which I walk in my
Concave halls; drowning in my own
For there is no amber waves of grain
To feed my spirit which hungers for
Compassion from and vengeful heart.
All which exists has been ripped out
Of me; for I’m elongated to rest in
The river’s soul which calls out to
The moon for guidance out of the
Eyes of deception you have become
Many a many a moon ago; before
The tides came marching in.
There is no more isolation for me.
For there is only a softness in the
Glow of the light I tread upon.
My heart grows colder in the frosty
Air; yet, I belong to the light burning
Up in the bold sky.
This light in question is power within
True heart’s desires.
Sandman sprinkles his dust upon my eyes
To carry me off into the realms of dreams.
It is here I’m transcended by His beams of
Light; forever, burning in the glows of the
My eyes are magnified in the lulls of the
His heart falters; and the rivers run.
© Copyright, Kiki Stamatiou, 2016