Ghostly Treasures

Thank you, I say, shivering from the icicles,
dripping from your words so cold.
Bear with me one day for stories untold.
Remember my touch, with your eyes so bold
as to look down deep, we loved too much.
Tarry not a day longer for my love only grows stronger.
I know the pain will subside, it's not just wounded pride, my heart will bleed as long as I live.
Just one thing I ask is forgive, if for one moment I caused you pain.
What would I gain, but remember you I will, as I go to that place we knew so well, but alone, letting the wind dry my tears.
Only here can I be close to what remains of the spirit of what we shared.
These ghostly treasures are mine, standing the test of time.

Looking Within

Looking within ourselves can be enlightening if we are brave enough to face what we find. Seldom are most able to see so far. Seeking to find my soul, within which lies my thirst, my desire. Listening to my heartbeat reminds me that tomorrow it may cease, therefore I am as a wisp, a whisper, no more than an ant, which crawls across the sand, scurrying, hurrying, storing supplies for which may be my last. What have we today, a crumb, only a mere taste of this life? Where would be freedom, where the joy, the light what within us fails, only to let blackness follow me to the edge, the abyss, the ending of me? Should not be the king of light call upon me this night? To clear away this darkness, baring my soul, showing me my true self? Only then shall I know myself, still like not the Almighty knows of which I'm made, ne'er till death I depart unto that place, within which I wait. Seeking out those who left before I, to hear their pleas for mercy, that which was beckoned to me, tasting the fruit, forbidden still, not tasting, till thy Holy one calls my name to be glorified before God and all his band of mighty angels. Shall I, at that time, speak? Will the most Holy one know surely what lies within my heart? To see my transgressions, my wicked ways of youth, sadly astray? I must bow down and from within shall emerge the wisp, the whisper, praising Him who lives within me now, for gone is my wickedness, my sinful life washed clean as the Hand of God reached to touch my hand, as I might see, as He showed me within, my soul so clean, so pure, Thou wouldst believe I was but a babe. Ah, to be chosen, to rest forever beneath Thy purest light.
12/22/2001