I am...A Poem by Randal Bright
I am the rising sun!
Pouring cascades of amber star-dust,
Marmalade skies that blossom with lilac and hycinanth flowers.
I am April, the cruelest of the months.
Life bleeding through dead men’s chest,
Stretched tight is my stairway, ascending through solid ground.
I am vermillion, Scarlet red!
Blood flowing through Siegfried’s never healing wounds!
I am the flame of the funeral pyre
Whereth we all burn!
I lick the bodies of the dead with my burning tongue,
All dead men taste the same.
I am the dusk after dawn, foul horror of the night!
I am love!
Distraught, anxious, wanting, needing!
My heart yearning, yearning for it all!
My eyes assured,
My eyes disillusioned
I am love!
Mixing memory and desire
Mixing dream and reality
I am ever shifting, ever changing within the moment’s notice—
Yet my love stays the same.
I am the somber harmonies of mid-winter!
Oh such a world! Such a world!
How dark it has become, how cold!
Do I stand before the world as I am?
A dried husk drained of all dreams,
Left to dry under blistering heat?
To be set vivid against hoarfrost and ebon twilight?
I am Grendel, I am a beast! A demon from depths not known to man!
I am a beast with no home,
Long gone is any notion of place or thing.
Far beyond the sea I have drifted
I am lost, I am lost.
Deluge and ramparts borne under sorrow and gloom—
I am darkness
I am all you assume.
I am wilted, I am burnt.
I am happy, I am in love.
I am everything
Everything and all above.
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4 Reviews Added on January 30, 2009 Last Updated on February 20, 2009 AuthorRandal Brightsylva, NCAboutI am William Bowers (Pen name Randal Bright). I love music, and it is all I have in my life. I hear things, I see things, I feel things that I really can't explain, yet I can express them with any for.. more..Writing
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