Poems – The Light is On

Driftwood

Etched into driftwood and cast away, messages to some future soul seeking a glimmer of truth...

All that would ever mean anything breathed in that world away from light...

I walked hand in hand with a ghost, suspended together in time above a thousand worlds passing us by...

As I fell toward the black water, reflections of the world reached out to me...

Over the eastern plains a storm is born, herald of the shadowed morning at the beginning of the darkest days...

When the lights go out everything becomes clear...

Become faceless and the dead will pass you by on their search for hallowed ground to rest upon...

Behind a wall of flame and shadow, upon a throne of smoke, kings one by one enact their infernal rule...

All this time our eyes looked ahead, catching glimpses among sunbeams of dreams hidden and waiting for our arrival...

To the millions who have come before ghosts now sleeping under waning moonlight the stars have given a simple message...

The world was satin on that day stitched to me by windspun thread all the skies billowing on gentle winds...

Reflections of the light from a high tower turn snowy streets to diamond...

There is one who stayed after the war behind enemy lines, walking scorched earth...

Leaving behind castle halls and long years we climb this hill, a strange parade set against the backdrop of a bleeding sky...

With every passing second more of the fog clears, each breath sweeter than the last...