I feel you as a wave of deepest pain
And you and I crash forcefully on shores
Of midnight islands; sometimes summer rain
And other times the icy tide takes o’er.
The heat pounds down in fire and boiling blood
Touching mountains, towers, rivers full.
The ice then hisses in, a frigid flood,
And I’m as tough as stone and cold and dull.
I feel you in the night and long for waves
Crashing, warm, with starlight skies above
To break through stone to find what my heart craves
Though lips cannot confess or profess love.
I feel you while I long for freedom yet;
And you fall through the ice of cold regret.
It Feels Like it Will Never End by LaBruyere, literature
Literature
It Feels Like it Will Never End
Where goes the pain that flows in rivers full
Of anguish down the mountainside of flesh
Carrying the crushed and broken hulls
Of ships that sailed once between the breasts?
The pain, the blackest soot of washed out fires
Muddies rivers deep, so much flows out.
Is the water black or red? Inquire
If you should dare, if you would bring about
The wrath and tangled torment of the heart
Whence flow the rivers. It knows not indeed
Which color carves the mountainside apart
Nor which is deepest; both course fast and bleed.
Now shall the river flow with blood or tears?
One offers death, the other, anguished years.
The light of stars is burning high above;
So faint, they shimmer far beyond my reach.
I cannot fathom universal love
No not like this; not as I here beseech
The love abiding far beyond them hear
My plea for hope in darkness that persists.
The void between us stretches. Love, come near
And take the cold and aching in my fists.
Turn it into life, to flesh and bone,
Take my heart and split it with the light
Of glory that comes to me, here, alone
Beneath the stars in silent, waiting night.
The fear that crowds out radiance must flee
Before the light that waits in hope for me.
It doesn’t matter now which way I take
For all my paths are clear before your eyes.
You know my inner thoughts and for your sake
I put to death my sin. You bid me rise.
And as I grow in form to be like you
As each day passes, molded by your hand,
My inmost parts are formed in beauty too.
I cannot run from you, so here I stand
Your works have shown that I am fully known.
My expectations conquer caution thus:
They breed the “musts” and “should have beens” and I
Can feel “perfection” overtaking trust.
My day too often starts out on a lie
And by the end I feel beat down and tired,
Unable to feel joy in every day
And in the little triumphs strewn throughout.
I wish I could with fervor drive away
The oft increasing fear and growing doubt
And leave aside my expectations. This
Is my dilemma: how do I do well
And follow to the letter all my lists
Of perfect, pretty everything? it’s hell
To be a slave to what I think is me
And never let my imperfections be.
My hope
Pattered in
A lamb, meek and mild
Culminating in the end
As a thundering vindication.
My sorrow
Blustered in
A towering rage of hurt
Culminating in the end
As a spark of rain washed hope.
My joy
Hastened in
A warrior, bold and sure
Manifesting in the end
In blue eyes, love and light.
My eyes have seen the glory of the stars
Shining in the corners of your smile.
They see the growing solar flare you are
That I have longed to cradle for awhile.
A supernova, fire in your veins
Compacted into star stuff two feet tall
And glorious as nebulae. I gained
A speck within the universe, is all
But you, to me, are galaxies of light
And love of you could fill the sun and more.
My moon and stars, my harbor in the night,
I wait for all the wonder that's in store.
Your story will be sunbeams in the skies,
I know; I see the stardust in your eyes.
I took the hope you offered, clenched in fists
Still dried with blood and tears and without trust.
No matter how I walked, each step was risk
Without the father I had reckoned just.
Forward and still forward into night
So irretrievably the past pressed in;
My heart I'd hid in shadows from your sight
Began to beat in double time. Begin
The work you started, over; carry me
As I have carried love and joy and lost--
But do not lose me, do not lose her: we
Are cradled in a promise, crushed and tossed
Forever in the hands of neutral will
And I am begging love will win out still.
As an apple tree
Or a young stag
Is my lover.
Finest and loveliest;
Warrior and king.
In the night I sought him
On my bed I longed for him
Until my desire roused me to walk the city
But I found him not.
In the watches of the night we have met
And his arms embraced me.
But our time is not yet come, and I adjure you
Daughters of Jerusalem
Do not awaken love
Until it so desires.
I have captivated him
With mere glances.
Like a garden locked
Or a fountain sealed
Am I to him.
Do not arouse love
Until it so desires.
The ash had fallen round about the mountain and she waits
Her remnants covered fields of green with black and dusty night.
After her eruption came a quiet death, a state
Of cold and distant solitude and some quaked at the sight.
But come the morning light, the fire
Has faded to a glow; her ire
Dwindles to a gentle wind
Of hope and peace come round again.
So slowly do the molten trails that reach for miles create
The greenest grass and brightest flowers as time sets things aright.
Below the earth her belly fills with life, and fire gestates
But in the meantime comes the hope of life and growth and light.
The vulcan landscape, built yet higher