Nothing Else Matters

 

Shadow Seer

shadow seer

from darkness thick as thieves they come

but only to the edge

of peripheral sight hidden in night

they cling upon the ledge

of mind and madness, watching there

each movement and each step

they know where all the treasures are

and where your dreams are kept

insinuating into human hearts

they journal every thought

and teach their cohorts how to win

the battles so hard fought

the shadows come, the shadows go

and men go their way, blind

unaware that they are there

like quickenings in the mind

oft times they hide in midday's shadows

oft times they hide in stars

their whispers carried to ears of strangers

who don't know who they are

the shadow people, the shadow kings

the rulers of the night

unseen by few, the gifted, who

can see through dark like light

our eyes meet sometimes now and then

the shadowkind and me

we stare each other down in silence

till we cannot stand to see

but both aware that we are there

on opposite sides of light

me, in my sunlit world of man

and they, in their endless night.

                           

©by Voo

May 24, 2005

 8:42 p.m. 

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I Dreamed Of Oranges

I Dreamed Of Oranges

I dreamed of oranges

In a white china bowl

On a brown teak wood table

In a small yellow kitchen.

I could smell the fragrance

Hanging in the sun beamed air

So sweet and tangy

I could almost taste them.

Checked blue curtains billowed

In the gentle morning breeze

The window was open

And somewhere a child sang softly.

I stood in the doorway, puzzled

Something felt so right

Something seemed so wrong

But I didn't know what it was.

My eyes caught the sight

Of a tiny baby shirt

Hanging on a clothesline

Swaying, swaying back and forth.

A dog chased a big black cat

Through tulip beds of red and purple

And in a moment of bravery

The cat turned and stood still as stone.

There were no cars, no radios

The world was strangely silent

Except for the wind blown lullaby

Of the faraway child.

The floor was cool on my bare feet

But it felt so good and comforting

I walked into the sun beam

And took a fruit in my trembling hand.

I peeled diligently in one long peel

Until I got to the last piece

And then it broke off and hit the floor

So loudly that it woke me up.

So sweet, so juicy, so tantalizing

I raised my dusty hand to my mouth

Lying there in the baked red desert

Dying of thirst and dying of longing.

I dreamed of oranges

In a white china bowl.

           

©by Voo

Aug 13, 07

10 p.m.

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 Ghost Song by Max Ablitzer