Showing posts with label Bright. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bright. Show all posts

Friday, November 19, 2010

Violet Hour

My thoughts so colored and vivid
Everything out and exploded
My reality highlighted
Knowing things unsaid

Acting this way, no reason why
Saying so is such a lie
Shaking those thoughts away
No time for this play by play

Feeling oh so surreal
How do we deal with this ordeal?
Falling back to fantasy dreams
Away from the extremes

Into the violet hour
No need for any superpower
Because here I’m complete
Nothing can compete

Floating up in bliss
Each moment one to miss
Up at cloud nine
Watching for the sign

Each passing day
A proud display
Held in the heart
Every part from the start

Staring at the ceiling
Just reminiscing
Some may say
To forget that day

But hold on to it
In the dark, it is lit
Bittersweet memories
Thinking of what would be

But won’t stand the pain
We’re in a new lane
Life will go on
As the past’s spawn

Into the violet hour
No need for any superpower
Because here I’m complete
Nothing can compete

A new day has come
To that I’ll succumb
Another time has arisen
Won’t stay in this prison

Breaking from this place
But leaving my trace
Before escaping free
Into lairs of fantasy

Into the violet hour
No need for any superpower
Because here I’m complete
Nothing can compete

Into the land of dreams
Following the stream
No longer struggling
Against every little thing

Unlocking the jail cell
That kept my heart well
Locked away by fear
Scared of pain and tears

Knowing that it comes
Like the beating of a drum
Sweet and sour alike
The soft and the spikes

Taking it as it comes
Adding up the sums
Feeling new and alive
A rejuvenated drive

Into the violet hour
No need for any superpower
Because here I’m complete
Nothing can compete

Standing so royal
Proud and regal
Turning it around
At last, feeling sound

Elegant and graceful
No longer so dull
Life in perspective
So much more prospective

Into the violet hour
No need for any superpower
Because here I’m complete
Nothing can compete

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Summer Afternoon


It is beautiful outside
It doesn’t look quite like summer,
Yet it does in a way
The sky not quite blue,
More of a grayish, light blue type of hue
Our tree is quite beautiful,
It is unlike other trees,
Its leaves hanging down,
Waving gently in the breeze
The ferns and flowers sway softly
In the silent,
The trickling of water,
The only sound heard
It really is beautiful outside,
Today, in the cool and the quiet

Friday, April 2, 2010

Open Blinds


Rush of light floods in

Through eyes shut sensed

Awaken by unrelenting brightness

Streaming steady, endlessly inward

Bathing the room in light

Unavoidable, inevitable


Escapes a moan of despair

Eyes forced to contradictions

No longer able to drift back to sleep

Yet wanting nothing more than escape

The blinding intensity of the rays

Outlining luminosity a ton


Uncovering the whites

Of the eyes, and the iris bright

Lifting the blanketing lids covering

The warmth of the darkness and night

During sleep, comfort stripped

Away from dreaming