I hold my daughters as they weep Stricken with emotions Their foundation crumbled Their fears as vast as oceans The depth of this sorrow Sinking in remorse For the ship no longer sailing That will never meet its course
So I hold my girls tight So they know that they are safe And the decisions made for them Have only sought to take The things they knew and cherished Now lost like many others To form a vast of disconnection That now draws them to a shudder
And I see the weight of fear Hesitant to pull the anchor As they try to cling to past That is now only a stranger Longing for a reunion Yet seeing only death As the vessel swallowed, sunken To the perilous of depth
So I speak of a great love That they may find a strength To rise above the heartbreak And not fall, sinking into hate For although there’s pain and sorrow The sun will rise each day And the light that casts the shadows Is a light that they’ll portray
These vessels, young in master Though readied at the helm To be skippered on this voyage So that they will never drown Forced to face the obstacles The storms that rage through life Weathered yet withstanding As they face it in their might
These are children here before me Who should have never known this loss Who deserved to have their world Without struggle and exhaust But instead, like many others Have been tossed amongst the seas And must now learn how to survive Lest they be overcome by grief
For there are thieves in these waters And all the ships below Tell of other pains and sorrows And travesties to soul Tales we should be mindful So that we may never sail The same course once plot before us Where the murky waters ail
For now I hold them in my arms In the hopes of bringing comfort And I speak truth to their hearts So they may heal from what they suffer And as the waves and tides collide They will not cower, feeling menaced But will rise, in strength resounding All set to steer them through the tempest
Dear Redolent Souls, Will you honour me by giving a kind glance on this piece? Any suggestions are heartiest welcome. ------------------------------------------------------ ** Raging tempest, evanescent embers In the core of darkness, Will resplendent rainbow replenish colour ? Desert of heart craves for your cherubic smile, O' Asphodel Flower Loneliness to devour & redolence of Love rises to shower.
Would you be the nepenthe of love to cure my heart of loneliness? **
* GLOSSARY :- Raging - Violent, Tempest - Uproaring storm or Strong wind, Evanescent - Fading, Embers - Feelings, Emotions, Resplendent - Attractive & Colourful, Replenish - Fill once again, Crave - Strongly desire, Cherubic - Winsome or Lovely, Asphodel - Everlasting, Devour - Wipe out or Destroy, Redolence - Fragrance, Nepenthe - Drug to forget sorrow or suffering *
Twelve midnight strikes, a full moon of luminosity Windows palliating for what's a sublime lividity Of the storm with its flashes of radiance booming Across the fabrics of space, loudness oscillating
For a hypnagogia to worry of, the windows lull you For its shield still protects the room from the doom Platitudes they'll chant so you will stay calm But unknowingly veils them from caliginous times
Now, the tempest blasts its hurricane of synchronicity Foreshadowing a conclusion to deal with pragmatically A glass of innocence shatters, into a million fragments In which it will reside down the floor by their statements
Fragments are not the jigsaw puzzles to solve Dress it with glamour, the whole structure stays devolved A night and a tempest will tell you a realistic lesson As the winds blow by, glass will not be in unison
Zeus hurls bolts through steely overhangs, Of impregnated moisture a-swell with the giving of life, Reality trembles as concusive rapture rains readily, A-thunder, a-thunder they echo and call, A-string, a-string they tug and brawl, Upon a bed of cords within fleshy cages, I call it heart as taciturn tempest terrors truly, To scorch pathways where pulsing life-blood surge, And turn to poison good intentions heard, Strike at the breast conniving with such, Passions at play relayed thus too much, With palm and hand I would gather the sky, And rent asunder the rage and wonder, Till all is naught and nothing no more, Lord over inconsequence at peace with it all, However the reverie, Of chaotic therapy, Lie beyond a carcass of dreams, Hurtling through space in debt to lord Cronos, Starved on failure weaned of hope, As cooling drops collide with enflamed skin, The breeze in the trees tastes sweet as sin, Mantles cling, as howling winds sing, What is truth but perceived belief conspiring, A guarded silence speaks, listen, As drumming rain drops on panes a-glisten, The electric cold coursing through cataclysm, Nature rules man, embrace the candid fatalism.