Distance

The distance to a soul, unknown,

The distance hiding beneath eyes.

A touch away, but ever so,

A touch that only lies.

And would I ever dare to walk,

The distance to a soul, unknown,

I'd seek a bridge, and ever so,

Walk up, up, up... and down.

But as my eyes are made of stone,

And all my dreams of icey nights,

The distance to a soul, unknown,

Are letters mere, a poet writes.

And I could write and write and write,

Chasing old shadows, all alone,

Yet never walking, sadly quite,

The distance to a soul, unknown.

© Copyright 2009 Lexylith Ium

Sunday, October 23, 2011

The Face of Doubt

A third time pass'd they by, and, passing, turn'd

Each one the face a moment whiles to me ... "

"Ode of Indolence", J. Keats

...


Doubt has three faces, each equal, doubting
Equality. And each one chanting,
The story of the other's err.


And see their eyes, they are now haunting,
In questions infinite, are taunting
The mind these faces sadly share.


One floats above, a seeking shadow
Of principals - it doubts the 'real'.


One sinks below, in oceans hollow,
It feels, then stops, then doubts to feel.


One in the middle - writes on a memo,
The pros and cons and seeks a seal,
From infinite and back to zero
Forever doubting it will heal.


Doubt has three faces, each one a mirror:
The Weak, the Strong - between the Lost.
Sometimes they're far, but sometimes closer.
Three faces - meadows, fire, frost.



© 2010 Lith Ium

Thursday, April 22, 2010