In a fit of madness, I wrote som poems...


Goddess

Hot rain
I feel her touch
Harshly featherlight

Full moon
I drink her power
Vastly honey-rich

In the fields, softly
In the forests, wildly
In the streets and halls, savagely
I dream her

Sleeping
She dreams me
Laughing
Crying
Living


Night

Dark night, burning through my skin
Soft night, glowing in my eyes
I asked it a question - it answered with silence
I blew it a kiss - it already embraced me
Without a sound
It whispered in my ear
Secrets - of darkness
Secrets - of night
Secrets - from warm hidden places

Dark night, burning through my skin
Soft night, glowing in my eyes
I sang her a story - she listened in silence
I dreamt her a gift - she already knew it
With featherlight touches
She brought to my eyes
Shadows - of darkness
Shadows - of night
Shadows - from warm hidden places

Dark night, burning through my skin
Soft night, glowing in my eyes
I asked it a question - it answered with storms
I blew it a kiss - it wouldn't receive it
Like furious lightning
It forced into the light
Memories - of darkness
Memories - of night
Memories - from warm hidden places


I'm not so sure about these...

Answer! Stone
Quickly!
Who is your mother?
I don't quite remember
Who is your sister?
Everywhere
Who is your angel of pain?
The crown of ashes
Silent is your dream
Your dream of earthly night
I don't quite remember
Who is this fire?
The crown of ashes
The heat from visible flames
Soothes your pangs of light
Brings the darkness closer
In blood red harmony
There is a weight
Hovering
Over everything
There is a weight
Being
And nothing more
There is a weight
Freezing
The sky to ice

I wait
For it to fall
I wait
For it to cease
I wait
For it to splinter
Into a thousand razor stars

There is a weight
Being
Staying
Ever staying


Attempting to describe

Mesmerising tears burning down my mind
Void inside, a darker shade of pain
Eyes screaming, but everyone is blind
Words like razorwire, soft disdain
Options turn to crystal ice and fear
Myriad of voices, none I want to hear

I'd really appreciate it if you'd take the time to tell me what you thought of these poems.
calle@lysator.liu.se
Last updated: Boomtime, the 42 day of Chaos in the YOLD 3164, 23:19:24.