Light in a Faceless Society

Light in a Faceless Society

A Poem by Aramey

I touched the moon yesterday
my fingers lit up, contact
wrapped in his celestial warmth
like the bright morning sun
breaking... bursting
over the threshhold of the horizon
I felt my lips kiss the endless stars
.... goodnight
as I opened my eyes
everything was gone
still, I pressed on
all the blank faces
staring at me as I moved
searching...
they all looked the same
each shallow set of eyes
reflecting such narrow minds
eyes flicking from one 
to another
his face imprinted in my mind
but it was he
I couldn't find...
I brought my body closer
to the earth
laying on her loving surface
what have they done?
her grasses are choking
by their plastic toys
and styrofoam tolls
the faces, they surround me
just the next thing to destroy
taking pictures of my drowning eyes
as I long for shelter
somewhere to call my own
I want to feel... safe
but there's no where to run
no where... to go
the flashing lights
continue to blink
but their eyes are on the brink
they see my soul
as the church bell tolls
though not one
can guide me home
hands at their side
each covered in crimson mold
they stare and they scold
throwing jagged edged stones
where is my moonlight?
and the energy he beholds...
longing, yearning, waiting
and then...
he hears my call
resuming the shape
of the moon, sun 
... and stars
his light shining 
shrouding my exposed soul
from their piercing eyes 
as I curl into his light
memories of the faceless
are slowly kissed away.
It is here that I surrender
trusting him with my heart
as my demons fall away.

© 2013 Aramey


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Reviews

really enjoyed this.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Aramey

11 Years Ago

Thanks :)
I look forward to hearing the tones as they are spoken.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

159 Views
2 Reviews
Rating
Added on March 27, 2013
Last Updated on March 27, 2013

Author

Aramey
Aramey

Pensacola, FL



About
I'm just like any other writer, striving to make a living. If I had a preference it would be novels. more..

Writing
Trifling Trifling

A Poem by Aramey