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May your oceans be calm and your circles warm |
Cold Circles In the corner of a frozen heart, such silent embers, brightly burn Round arctic circles, frozen, stark, cold fires... will we ever learn? A Knight that never took his chance, In days long past, aware, he knows Paintings sighted... safer stance, not knowing how paint, feels, flows Carried on a canvas, glossed, fresh doubt, fleshed out, and long since dried, Textures missed around us, lost 'midst feelings the soul denied Denied amidst the ghosts that haunt, that speak too loud through living tongues Phantom shadows stretched long, taunt, toward the points our hearts belong In vessels large on oceans blue, from ice caps brave, we sail... grow; but when the ship seems not for you, how far away should one soul stow? With channels locked and no response, just how far should we voyage, try? With tunnels blocked and thoughts ensconced, and painful truths bound up in lies Leaving us, a soul stripped bare, so right, and yet so abstract... wrong Dark holes, we didn't know were there, until the right one came along Someone special, spun off course, in wild winds, its worth the row Something fresh will need some force, but how much?... can we ever know? The distance we should venture on, pinned sails, strapped to masts, long seized; in howling winds, our hopes have gone, traversing foreign, sallow seas Ports and harbours, closed up tight, lights housed safely, lining shore Alone, abandoned in the night, 'midst waves we've washed in, times before Lovers in imagined trysts, 'midst tides that turn, they come and go Ghostships lost in distant mists, lost wraiths we thought we used to know in seasons past, we grasp, we cling, to summers bygone, crazy... warm Bring thunder, blitzkrieg, lightning, I'm ready now... to brave this storm A tempest by another name, a portent ringing, sound and true A squall so sudden, not the same, a perfect beat, keeps bringing you to easels I can ill afford, to canvases where textures whirl Painted by a hopeful lord, as waves wash bold, artistic swirls Round arctic circles, cold and stark, 'neath frozen fire, lost in turns Dark corners of a frozen heart, where silent embers... endless... burn |