The Lonely Night

The lonely night is never done;
It stretches on, in endless wake –
And closes in with memories
And dreams, beneath a constant ache

To walk upon the haunted earth,
To lie upon a sleepless bed,
To hope for nothing but the dark,
And pray that slumber’s just ahead –

But restless, rising up to go,
To walk out towards the waxing light –
These barren trees, they know the dark,
They’ve wrestled with the lonely night

The day will come – it always has –
But eyes will not be there to see:
The night will claim its prize at last,
The pride in you
The hope in me

maybe dreams of emerald water

just maybe.

maybe dreams of emerald water
will afford me peace and rest;
maybe hope’s fair ocean daughter
will my willingness attest

that i hope is several fathoms
fathoming my heart’s desire;
emerald waves united anthem
to retire or
expire

nuclear solitude v2

dreams of the wind in the ice and the snow,
carnivals taciturn, wheels that don’t go,
echoes that cannot reach kin, friend or foe,
these are the dreams i’ve been keeping —

nuclear solitude, Chernobyl field,
habits of thought and the snow that they yield,
faltering canopies, senses all reeled —
my sorry self should be sleeping

my sorry self should be sleeping

Depression’s Madness

[Originally posted 9-3-2014. – Owen]

Blankness presses down on me
And all seems but futility
The light that lately shone is gone
And much there is to dwell upon

Of friendships lost and jobs half-done
Of contests I have never won
The sound of lambs beside the sea
I always hear nocturnally

And dull blue chaos fills my ears
With no blanket to drape my fears
A prison cell in lieu of bed
Depression’s madness
In
My
Head