A Carol By The Sea

The morning comes in misty joy,
Although I wake still holding on to sadness —
But this is life. The ride, the trip:
Where all our sanity is tinged with madness

The waves are wide and call my name,
Although it’s not the name that I’ve been using;
For treasures are where treasures lie,
Although there’s no denying it’s confusing

We share,
Because we’re born to share,
We laugh,
For we were meant for love,
We dwell,
But only for a time,
We live the wide,
And ride the long above

There is nobody out here now,
Yet everyone is here that’s in my feeling —
I cannot understand the sky,
But know that it no longer is a ceiling

The waves are light, but fathomless,
Their sound is like an ancient incantation:
Acceptance is the only truth,
For there are lies in human acclamation

We share,
Because we’re born to share,
We cry,
For we were meant for grief,
We dwell,
But only for a time,
We live the deep,
And struggle with belief —

We share,
Because we’re born to share,
We laugh,
For we were meant for love,
We dwell,
But only for a time,
We live the wide,
And ride the long

Above

Worth

The day is gray and wet;
I place a candle here.
I neither can forget,
Nor can remember clear.

The face, it starts to fade,
The voice, it dies away;
I struggle to take hold,
But all is in decay —

For though we light our lights,
The years win out, at last.
The losingest of fights:
Our battle with the past.

But I will not give in,
Though, sure, at last, I’ll fall —
For I loved and was loved,
And that was worth

It all

Lightning On The Lake

There’s lightning on the lake tonight
The world is dark and wet
This house is full of memory
That I’d as soon forget

With loud crashes of violence
The sky attacks the earth
But can’t drive out the eidolons
To which my mind gives birth

This house protects me from the storm
The wind howls fruitlessly
There’s lightning on the lake tonight
And no one here
But me


 

(“Lightning On The Lake” – 8-17-2014)

Aware

Half-frozen mud, cold bracing air
A wind that makes my neck aware
That leaves torn from the tree will die
These poor gray strays who tumble by

And like the ghostly light I seek
The morn recedes behind the line
Only of chance to risk a peek
At drifting lives
Like yours

And mine


 

(“Aware” – 11-19-2014)

Frost Lines

The lines of frost.

The lines of frost across the leaves
Now deep within my face

And whence the once-brown hair had grown
The frost now takes its place

From Autumn into Winter comes
A chill that changes things

Beneath the dying leaves and frost
A seed
Of new life
Springs

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