The stars shine each night
to ease our combined fright.
They wait for us to shine.
So, please do not pine.
We’ll make it through this hell
to ring the nightly bell.
WE’LL SHINE AGAIN
feeling
IN THE QUIET
Henri Martin, Mystic Scene, 1895
In the quiet,
There is a hum.
A whispering sound,
A pitch too high to hear,
A touch too light to feel.
We are never alone.
I AM SMOKE
Source:menpale
I am smoke.
I am air.
Watch me fly
Through the air.
Hold my breath,
Head held high,
You are alive
And so am I.
RAINDROPS ON MY MIND
Raindrops on my mind.
A feeling of cleanliness.
How can we resist its pull?
It draws us to the window.
To watch its majestic descent.
It washes away all dirt and impurities.
Wash me.
Make me fresh and new.
Who can ask for anything more?
A GARDEN OF DELIGHT
A garden of delight for me
In colors of the deep blue sea.
In my mind’s eye,
I can see myself falling into thee.
In the shade of the plum tree,
I’ll wait and you’ll come to me.
We’ll fly away to be free
To the waves of the dark sea.
BECOME ONE
Source:melisica
Your touch brings me warmth.
It adds color to my transparent slate.
I feel your fingers stroking.
Your palm pressing.
Dig deeper into my pain.
Become one with me.
THE SPOT
A peek at perfection
is what I need.
is what I need.
A glimpse of heaven
to fill my soul.
The hot sun
to fulfill my yearnings.
It’s here for me
in this one spot.
SIT ALONE IN THE DARK
“I sit alone in the dark.
I hear voices around me.
Sounds of movement.
Sounds of life.
I reach out.
I can feel the smoothness.
A plate.
A meal.
Smells waft by my nose.
Aromas of chicken.
Sweet smells of pudding.
Smells of life.
What color is the food?
Is the sun shining in?
Are the faces around me young or old?
So many questions.
Questions I can’t answer.
I can never answer.
For I am blind,
Have been blind for years.”
The anguish my mother faced
For most of her life.
Her sight stolen from her
At a young age.
Loss of sight.
Loss of colors.
Loss of faces.
Loss of memories.
SEE ME
See me.
Rays of light.
Feel me.
Waves of heat.
Touch me.
Enter the void.
Travel with me.
To places unexplored.
Flashes of lights.
Explosions in space.
Welcome to the unknown.
Welcome to my mind.
Who Let In The Dark?
Source:handmadewings
Darkness enters my room
in shades of midnight blue.
It breathes its cold breath
on my warm, sleeping face.
It wakes me from a dream
of blue cascading waves.
I am faced with the dark
and a hollow feeling inside.
Who opened my window?
Who let in the dark?
SUSANNE LEIST 