Late Evening Poem

Of grace, love and goodbyes.

Today the sun set beautifully.

Bright colors of pink

and hues of calm purple

painted my world serene.

There isn’t much I can say anymore;

no words left, no need.

The way the light

reflects in my memories

that is all I need to know.

Tells me everything

in its utter simplicity.

You’ve earned your rest,

like the sun earns the night.

Do you see?

You have nothing to prove to me,

no obligations left to the world.

When it’s time to leave,

just leave.

As I said –it’s what you’ve earned.

Masquerade

Play the show to its end,

it’s all we have to do.

Keep the masks on to hide

what we’re feeling inside.

It’s not me that is playing, it’s not you.

The audience is waiting

for another drama play.

They like the blood to flow

and teary eyes to glow.

It’s their world my love, it’s their way.

So play for me a murderer

and I will be your fool.

Let’s show them how it’s done

until their need is gone.

To gain we must suffer, it’s the rule.

For they live through the theatre

and need to know it’s real,

so play this well and get a boon.

Oh, hush love, it’s over soon.

Death’s our final pay, that’s the deal.

Poem, Guardian at the Gate

He stands where the white willows
weep for the crimson stains,
on ground that will forever be covered
with blood of the innocent ones.

~red flowers that never will fail~

Where the last phoenix swings from her tree
and sings her final serenade,
that shall never be heard by a living ear,
before she bursts into flame.

~a fire that can warm any heart~

He stands where the shadows of yester-night
play catch with the sun-rays of tomorrow,
where time bends on its axis
and what is will soon come again.

~ages pass with the blink of an eye~

And as the silvery water of eternity
joyfully pass him on its way to nowhere,
the guardian smiles at his kingdom,
and another fallen enters his world.

~to finally have peace once again~

Poem, At the End

At the End

Seek me,
where the great falls
give water to each thirsty soul.
Where the brilliant light
of the loving,
gives each love
a chance to prevail.

Seek me,
where the lion
knows each and every lamb.
Where the dust
is a sandy beach,
and every footstep
is in itself divine.

Seek me,
in the country
where only bright shadows fall.
Where the morning
is golden
and the night
is far more forgiving.

There I will wait,
till every star has fallen,
and the mighty sun has long ago
swallowed the Earth.
Come there are seek me,
when your spirit is weary.
And I’ll be the rest
for your tiring heart.