Sure As The Rain

 

You Write As If

You Write As If

You write as if you're bleeding

Bleeding on the inside where hurt hides

Though the hiding further amplifies it's voice

There in your eyes, those wounded eyes

That used to see me as the sun

On a dark and cloudy day.

The days when you wrote poetry

Like a fountain flowing love

You poured out every thought and dream,

Desires so raw and pure they felt like sacred

And handed them to me to bring to pass.

You didn't have to touch me but I felt touched

You didn't have to bless me, still I felt blessed

As in your arms a dance could last an eon

And your sweet kiss could make me levitate.

Where went those days, my love, when we could fly

On wings of bliss like honey-making bees?

The nectar of our mouths intoxicating

When nights flew by without the need for sleep?

Look at you sitting there now, lost in memory

The paper stained with ink beneath your hand

You write as though you're bleeding

As the words pour from your soul

And it's then I see, unseen, over your shoulder

That every drop of blood spells out my name.

©By Voo Shining Stone

Nov 14, 2023

7 p.m.

First new write in a long, long time🌻🌺🥀

The Life and Death Of The Sun

The Life and Death of the Sun

The cold autumn sun

            Is fading so slow,

She's looking for something

            She may never know.

            A room full of darkness

           That she can peek in

That's swept clean of clutter

            By her old friend, the wind.

Blowing steady like memories

           That cannot be seen

           Like the tasting of kisses 

           Like a hot summer's dream.

When the winter creeps in

           And the light crawls away

          Then the owls and the shadows

           To the woods come to play.

          There the sun rests in waiting

           For the night to pass by

          And they hold and caress her

         And she tries not to cry.

        But the sun, like the moon

      Needs to shine to be heard

      Like the growl of the tiger

       And the song of a bird.

     She is lonely in wanting

     And she shivers and sighs

     Watching, yearning for dawning

     With the Earth in her eyes.

     Then, in rushes of morning

     She awakes full of light

     Leaves still falling like teardrops

     From the soft Autumn night.

There ahead lies the Winter

There behind Summer's heat

Spring is only faint memory

And the fall's in retreat.

But the sun seems immortal

Be it cold, hot or rain

And she shines up the darkness

With it's pathos and pain.

Looking for what, she knows not

But she looks evermore

In the morning and noon time

And the dark of the door.

But she's fading in Autumn

Like a leaf in the wind

And the snow, soon will chill her

Till the Spring comes again.

Myths are spun on her shining

Tales are told 'bout her spark

Men believe she's a Ruler

But she follows the dark.

And one day, she will burn out

On that day, no one knows

And the night will reign endless

In the world when she goes.

©by Voo

Nov 28, 2010

7:48 p.m.

 

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