Lonely is the night

Lonely is the night and what I feel can fill the void of space.

I keep searching for the elusive, the unfound, the intangible, but I keep coming back to you.

How you felt when you were next to my arms, embraced held tight within, the warmth of your skin, your breath heavy in the chant of my name.

But now just as the night is long and dark in this winter state, I am lonesome once again.

Though you are far tonight, you are always near me in my mind, in my heart , in my soul.

Just as the day breaks and brightens everything,

you are just the golden ray of hope that shines my darkened life.

For there are many miles for you to go, finding your own distant shore on your life's journey, I just want to be by your side, even if to carry your waters.

We the Living

We the living, You and I,

 the broken, the unwanted,

Dying to live only for a minute, day to day

from our mundane existences into the magical, the magnificent, the magnanimous. 

If only I can feel how I do with you, all my days will be bliss, and I will be complete within.

The emptiness I feel, when I leave your side; I cry myself to sleep, only to dream of you.

Is there no end to my humiliation, is there no escape from this pain?

 

Nary a gift, nor a tribute is worthy from me in your homage.

But I shall try till my last breath. 

The sky is resplendent

the sky is resplendent with delights of lights, energy and sound.

people go about their day to day upon the treaded ground.

worrying, scurrying, rumbling along the way.

working on  causes of subsistence, persistence, resistance.

they strive, survive, revive their stay as they act out their life's play. 

The meaning of it all.

what joy is there in joy, if not to have felt the sting of grief.

what noise is there to be withstood, if not to have savored the silence in its stead.

what peace and contentment does one get, if not to have felt fear and dread.

what sustenance is there in a morsel, if not to have panged with hunger.

what fun is there in a laugh, if not to have cried sorrowful tears.

what point is there to life, if not punctuated by death

On the turn of Autumn

the air is crisp. The leaves turn amber auburn and gold.

the season changes  from summer's warmth to winter's cold

squirrels frolick about, storing stock in their hold

as I watch in amazement, as time unfolds.

the birds sing a merry note, a song that nature itself wrote.

tellings tales of a thousand years, 10000 thousand times it has been told.

the breeze is alive with a fragrant wood, and carries its burning scent

as festive times are about to come
bringing joy and bliss wholesome. 

and in this merriment I rejoice and rebound from my sad descent.

Tonight

I am ever so lonely tonight.
This anguish persists solemnly tonight

If there is anything that can remedy this pain,
Let me then drink, that elixir tonight.

What cause have I given you to hurt me so.
Hate the game, not it's player tonight.

The devil within lingers about in his perfidy,
May my better angels prevail tonight.

Dark and starless it may be so,
Let my love's light brighten tonight.

Though hope seems dim for now Zak
May the fire within you awaken tonight.