If I Knew
If I knew the word
Would I say it?
If I knew the prayer
Would I pray it?
If I thought the thought
Would I think it?
If I had the drink
Would I drink it?
If I had the feast
Would I dine?
And lose my inhibitions
In wine?
If love was a gift
Would I take it?
And hold it so tight
I would break it.
If I had a heart
Would I feel?
And know the untruth
And the real?
I do not know
Just what I think
When all my life
Is on the brink.
But I am hoping
That you see
And will answer
All these things for me.
©by Voo
April 8. 2017
2:07 a.m.
I am a Storyteller, first and foremost. This is my blog for poetry, prose, stories, excerpts of my novels and videos. Life poetry, prophetic poetry, poetry for all genres. I think you'll find yourself here if you read long enough.
Saturday, April 8, 2017
ON THE EDGE OF NIGHT
I spotted you on the edge of night
Like a waking dream on a morning that will not rise
Your hand waved gently but your eyes held mine with a grip of iron
And across the chasm, our souls touched.
A wolf stood by your side but it whimpered at your word
A raven, nodding with mournful face, cried out a voiceless song
It was a yearning that cannot be spoken
And a darkness that breaks out in sun, and a coming home.
Wonder filled me as I stood dying and rising up again
A rapture and a terror like an ancient thing made new
The moon lay silently about your shoulders
Then fell at your feet, as the shadows passed by, along with my trembling heart.
The chasm beckoned with an unfulfilled hunger
Engulfed me in abandon and a never known joy
And as you watched and waited, in that endless, endless longing
My feet with wings of innocence, found the bridge that was not there.
©By Voo
July 23, 09
11:30 p.m.
Friday, April 7, 2017
THE LIGHT ALWAYS COMES
The Light Always Comes
The light is low here at the end of day
And soon these hours will have died
Their little deaths and gone to where
All good hours go: To memory.
Then tomorrow will be born
Out of space and time
And we will march through that new day
With weary, though grateful feet.
You and I, my friend, we are so different
Yet so much the same
You came from there, I came from here
And where we'll end up, is known only to God.
So let us not fear the night
With it's darkness and shadow
For on the eastern horizon shines
The promise of sun, of hope, of continual day break.
It always comes. It always comes
And if it does not, for some of us
We will sleep in peaceful dreams
And wake in a land where there is no night.
©by Voo
Aug 25, 07
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