Two bits of poetry and a microphone...
My servitude in a lower circle of Hell begins tomorrow... I wonder if that is why my mood is low? Nevertheless, despite being somewhat drained energywise lately, things are good, almost decent. :-)
Two works in progress, technically, although, I rarely return to them. Just some chum to fill out the page.
Forgotten Musings
If, in a death, I should slip away
My heart at rest, my mind at peace
There could be a new light
On a new stage
Where all forgotten dreams and longings
Meet to put on their plays
Moments of possibility and impossibility
Actualized
The audience would be all the forgotten muses
Decked out in their finest raiment
A party for eternity
Intermissions between each new play
Each tear of sadness wiped dry
Each smile of joy another way
For my heart to beat again
My mind to race once more in exaltation
One would hope some small fragment would remain
Of joy attained
Down through esoteric paths
And finally to you
Conveyed
Deathsong for a Muse
To my abused, unused muse
How you died on that empty stage
Houselights dim
A spotlight on you
Darkness shrouding your eyes
In shadow
You sang
Your song
Of lover lost
Empty wastelands of loneliness
And imagination wasted
Once a great refuge
Now a silent realm
And still you sing
To empty seats
And a leaky roof
Rain that smears the colors grey
How you waited for me
To reach out and draw you
From the spotlight
And take your pride
Your spirit
Into my heart
Outstretched arms as if waiting embrace
A light of your own I could not take
Am I the flower that whithers
In darkness of despair
Still you sing
Still you reach
Glitter falls slowly like lazy stardust
Hope still beats in me
Commands me to reach
Even as misery claws me back
I must crawl to the theater floor
Down below center stage
To hear you better
A song that departs
Broken but with beauty
From a dying muse