Time

 

Stood still again

Caught transcending behind

A cross wind, streaming

Ebbing, forging memories

Caring not about anything

And yet everything 

Suspended, cradled in a

Wisdom not always believed

Or understood, its reason

For being was enough

Savouring only that which

Could be attainable

 

Slipping away from

Darkness into a light

Brimming in innocence

Glowing with confidence

Discerning morals elevating

Compassion's will

A mind pendulum 

Finding its balance.

Edwin James

...

 

Sounds

Of wizardry carried

Her thoughts without

Any warning unable
to comprehend or
Give direction

Never one to dare

Her journey was hers

And hers alone
Tangled in illusions
Serpentine mysticism

Transcending into a
Corner of her mind
Left ignored till now
Inhaling its freedom
Hitching a ride

On a sinking dream
Standing on the shores
Of a reveling imposter
Lying in wait, a
Time to dare .

Edwin James


...

The Night

Offered little hope

He knew where his fate

Sold out, unable to cope

His timing never that great

Drifting, his heart yearning

Feeling the weight burning

Bending his dreams, baiting

Daring, no longer caring

Collapsing before his time

Left to defend, rescue

Shadows teasing in mime

Colours tainted untrue

Flaking before him, fading

Gasping, life's meaning

Robbing motives murmuring

Taunting illusions ribbing

An epoch calamity

Begging for amnesty.

Edwin James

...

Moon's Gravity

Casting light over

Shadows brooding in

Camp darkness, offering

An escape, a retreat

From fates hand

Rattling his inept

World cuddled in

Fear and doubt, he

Begins breathing in

Moon's elusive light

Redefining memories 

Lost in canyons built

So long ago, once

Crushed rise again

Riding on the back

Of moon's fervor

Far from Hell's Gate

Having buried his

Soul in nightmares

For too long, his

Escape waits, believed 

Breaking loose, eclipsing

Darkness' grip.

 

Edwin James

 

 

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