Amen for the light in the sky
On a cold winter’s night.
The moon captivates my heart,
Making quake while absorbing
There is no fallacy in the arms
Of another’s woes.
For there is only shedding of tears
For the long lost soul to return to
The one he left behind.
I’m encumbered by the far reaching
Breaths solitude brings.
I reach out to the Lord on my hands
And knees, in askance for another
Conundrum to ease perils he left for
Me to mold and feed.
Where is the dance to bring me home
To the light.
Is there no other in the forgotten streams?
I cannot fathom another aching heart to
Superimpose me during tides duress breeds.
Where is the tender reed torn away from
The red rose?
Can it be found in the manner you speak?
Or shall I burn up in raging fires offsetting
My tides of emotion?
I dream in color. For it is a blanket of color
Keeping me warm while I drift off to sleep.
Anguish brings with it its own frailties.
I tread on broken dreams.
I look upon the blue ocean so as to make
Do with whatever the powers that be take hold
For is there no more laughter when the heart
Bleeds out its anguish in on the cold pavement?
Where is my sunrise? I want to be the one to walk
In the sun. I don’t want to be a caged up
Animal whose soul and spirit struggle to
I can’t erase the scars haunting me in my
I can only walk through fire and deliver
My pain unto the one who brought it to me
In the first place.
Hover me, my guiding light, and I’ll be sure
To deliver your message to all my patrons.
For if they don’t transport my weeping melody
With their dying breaths, then, I’ll leave to you,
My Lord, to act upon this strain as you wish.
For if only I could be driven intro the future
With certainty. However, what certainty can
There by when the foretold bring only what is
Known, not what has yet to be.
Where is my sunrise?
Copyright, Kiki Stamatiou, 2017