Lost Tales of Love and War

Tales untold,

Profound, bitter,

Curtained by shadows,

Veiled in mist,

Lost in dim expanses-

Now unfurl,

Before my eyes,

Unheard voices,

Speak over again,

Forgotten scenes recalled,

Neglected oaths considered;

Is elucidation to come?

Or are we to remain,

Shrouded in eternal darkness?

Once more…

Wars resumed over mislaid causes,

Aged romances roused,

Conquered fear is yet liberated-

Unimpeded, entering our souls,

But with it overlooked joy is reinstated,

And lost hope is found.

Fiery eyes,

Stare once again,

Evil without reason;

And Angels rise,

Untainted and pure,

Flowing like fresh water,

Spreading love as they flow.

One is all and one will remain,

Love is and love overcame,

War rises, from but love,

Hate would not be, but for love;

Love relates as love sees,

Love calls as love feels,

Love shatters as love builds,

Love confronts, as she shields.

These tales tell much,

But they achieve much more:

Memories can reduce you to tears,

Legends make strong hearts sore,

And soft words are sufficient to dispel most fears…

Long Nights and Fresh Beginnings

Bursts of lightning lacerate the blue,

Stars are veiled, dreading identification,

The lone light is accompanied by thunder,

And neon streaks are all I can go by…

Why do I feel the earth is breaking, before my very eyes?

Is it just His vengeance?

Or is it something else?

Why won’t She stop her elegy?

Doesn’t she know,

That tears are contagious?

I know it’ll all be over,

But the child inside exposes itself,

And I’m filled with terror-

Searching for cover,

Although I don’t really need it.

Oh for the night to be over!

Morning just broke,

Echoing the first light,

Drenched in dew,

Sunk in radiance-

A fresh start,

My fears are washed away,

Once more.

Rough times always make the good seem better,

Warmth always makes the cool colder;

Fright is always pursued by respite,

Just as tears are chased by joy:

And long nights by fresh beginnings.