Stormlantern78

In these words, Disguised, encapsulated In other voices, interpretations, stories, Are slivers of deep truth Just beneath the skin You can't always see them, But they hurt just the same Messages to myself, though I don't always get them And also to the observant outsider If, of course, they know me well enough to barely be lacking in utter intimacy of souls If they're too close, The images blur together The way your eyes meld when our heads are together Can you Can you piece them together, These fragments Under the skin of my words Form the whole truth Save me?

Dappled sunlight, Green and gold, surreal but not quite By the river, It shattered               like colored glass. The shards are strewn Among your everyday tasks Every once in a while One comes along And pricks your finger How long will you sleep?

Love Poem Absence of you, a terrible abyss gasping pain __ Sweet air blue blue sky tender earth You are my world __ The knowledge of your voice melts me Entwined fingers oblivious to all other things __ Over there, by my lost heart, are your other stolen treasures __ Golden I need a bottle to keep our time in __ Blissful awareness __ My purpose: FOUND __ 2=1 __ Your eyes are my favorite color __ Always in my head, Heart, Soul __ Enchanted sick with an overdose Best I've ever felt __ In breezes your hair steals my gaze __ I'm never alone

The Gravekeeper The icy, bone-chilling mist dampened the small funeral party, clogging the air and holding the misery like a sponge. James thought it reflected the way he was feeling inside: hopeless, hollow, and like all the light and warmth had gone out of the world. A closed mahogany coffin was set beside a daunting, gaping hole in the cold ground. Around it, yellow lilies were placed in delicate bouquets, their sweet scent contrary to the general emotion of the autumn day. A tall man in somber black garb stood at the head of the party, giving a speech about James' kind, beautiful mother, his greatest friend, his breathtaking Celia.