The years unfold in the mist of my
I’ve been longing for the tides to carry
Me off into the oceans body; however,
They only bring me back to the shore.
I’m the song you used to sing.
Tear down this brick wall.
I wish to be overcome by the moonlight.
If only there were a way for me to become
All I wish to become.
How come I can’t see the fruit of my planting.
My seeds have been planted lovingly in the
Body of earth. When will they come to
I can no longer be the whisper in the wind.
For my voice is fading away.
I drift off into the clouds only to get blended
In the storms you create for me.
Your fire drives me into madness.
I want to leave this foul existence.
Bring me back home to the light of heaven.
If only I could climb Jacob’s Ladder, and
Wisk away by slip sliding into me.
For I’m the wallowing boiling.
I’m the eyes you see with.
I’m the heart sustaining you.
I’m the fire burning within you.
However, I cannot light the way
Out of darkness. Only the Lord
Has the power to do so.
I run into me with the swishing sounds
Of your brushes.
If there were a way to run away from
Captivity, then the freedom obtained
Would be of greatest measure and
Highest honor. If only I could
Belong in society where the
Wonderers have ceased to roam.
However, I have not ceased to roam.
I’m still looking for a job after fifteen
Years of being without employment.
Oh, why must I run out of things to say.
If only the ideas would flow freely so
My words can flourish in the flames.
Must all leavings bring about masterful
Lulls burning inside me heart.
I cannot take leave of my duties to myself.
For I’m the only remittance belonging to me.
I belong to me. My heart belongs to me.
If the whisper melts into my mind, then all
Compounded by the light shall end all
Torment raging inside of my core.
If the core of my being were to fill with
Plenty, then all my light shall burn a glow
Up to heaven.
I shall no longer need to climb the burdens
Torturing my back for all the years of my
For the chamber I rest brings me into a
Multitude of dreams.
These are the seeds become by the light.
However, it is the holy light going outside
Of the truth.
Shoot down my plighted star, and I crash
And burn into nothingness.
I often wished to fade out of existence; however,
I chose to leave my words behind in the form
Of diaries. There, my thoughts, views, life shall
Live on forever, so long as my words burn into
The minds of generations yet to come.
For I wish to come forth from my grave
And melt all my essence into you.
If only there be warmth burning into from
The fires the sun beholds me with.
© Copyright, Kiki Stamatiou, 2017