My whims go creeping, Leaving my heart a flutter. Roaring winds deafen the Silence. Paved heart grows weary By a troubled brook. Sparrow cry out to the Lord, “Can I ask you a question? Why does not the sun burn My heart? Where are lost melodies I used to sing?” Days burn into years slipping … More Deafened By The Silence
I’m lit by fire burning in your pulse. Whisper to me your secrets, and I will weld them into my heart. Festering plague drowns your sorrows; yet, the spirit gets lost in untidy halls. Cobwebs fill my mind. I delve into my dream state where I tear them down. The more I wave out my … More Whisper To Me Your Secrets
During the evening I sit up in my bed, reading a book. I drift off into the realm of dreams Horizons bleed out into my visions. For the memories they entail will Wash away remnants of the past. Ring, ring, ring into my ears with Your somber voice. Tickle the keys enabling words To flow … More Allegiance To Lordly Light
Sending his spirit through the clouds, his eyes remain transfixed on mine. I can see his gentle heart glowing a vibrant gold. For there is a fire burning within him guiding the lost toward the realm of heaven. For he is a man precluding hope. (c) Copyright, Kiki Stamatiou, 2017
I touch isolation; yet, its fires burn me. How can I ask for any Grace to be bestowed upon a listless night when all in racketeer sends me back into your flames. Lord, deliver me from these monsters haunting me, and help me to create an escapade. I want to dance in your Glory. I long … More Song Of My Haunting
Amen for the light in the sky On a cold winter’s night. The moon captivates my heart, Making quake while absorbing It’s tenderness. 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. … More Where Is My Sunrise?
Such a mystery is the way Of the sun, burning up a crimson red. For if only a laugh could extinguish His rage. How flamboyant you are, he replies, When sorrow rises in the gust of wind, Blowing upon my face. Open wounds burst into flames, Transcending me a three-fold. For I am nothing but … More Fury