Happy New Year!

Goodbye

There is nothing worth living for
there is nothing worth dying for.
Your reality was accepted by me
my reality you called fantasy.
My thoughts once were forever free
your cruelty chained them for eternity,
My dreams of shimmering dust
turned, by my tears, to rust.
Removing the "us" from "Muse"
you left me alone with "me."

Goodbye...

© Dec 25, 2013 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

WE ARE POETS

What our words might fail,

our passion fills that empty space.

When our passion fails,

our Muse takes the fall from grace.

Why our Muse appears to fail;

our understanding was flawed.

How our understanding fails,

our dreams are ignored.

Where our dreams fail,

our words are hollow places.

As poets we try to interpret the dance

‘tween tree and gentle breeze.

Embrace the delicate sway

transformed to shadow, from flame.

Open our heart by way of ear

and hear the whispering winds.

The tales it tells through the years

to the leaves on trees it bends.

We try in vain to master the tongue

forgotten to time’s lonely song.

But we watch and understand

what passion is destined to become.

We stop

We notice

We listen

We understand

We share…

We are…poets.

© Dec 9, 2013 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic