Across our hope’s horizon

  The angel of my shadows spoke, extending sacred soft flowers to me… 

  “Do you see that path? Look at that walking place! It was there before you or I were born. We ran across it as children, and now we are grown; grown feverishly mad in search of what we left on that place.

 

A devouring peace, a trembling joy;

measured moments of igniting rest.

What justice is age? What mercy is wisdom?

They mock our fear and propel us to our death.

The enlightened mind is a barren hope,

for the darking grave cannot remember.

What good is gold in the grave?

And power is breathless in silent slumber.

 

     I am afraid to feel real life, but I don’t know why I say this to you. I do see a once caring child in your eyes and I’ve no one else I trust to tell.

 

Is it a waste of life to wonder;

to wander through your mind?

What flighting recollections

your clasping thoughts may find.”

 

     At this, she begins to cry. I look away from her mourning frame, and stare at the sea, where no path ever remains.  My words come slow and steady.

 

“I did not mean to dig so deep.

But do not quake, for I too will weep.

And wander with you if in dreams,

until true sunlight softly gleams

across our hope’s horizon.”

 

     “If you only knew,” she whispers, “what horrid hand from the past has slaughtered my hope.” At this a dark beast swallows the sun.

Author's Note

From chapter four of "An owl on the moon”… April…

Reviews

[Dhaye]

I can see this is a book you are working on...
A person may not be happy with his present, there might be regret, but time cannot be brought back and things were already done. Everything changes, and even an individual doesn't like his changing self.

Idk if that was it is all about but it was what I've taken from some lines.
Thank you for sharing. Interesting chapter.

[An owl on the moon]

Yes, dear poet, it is from my novel birthed in my dark places. There is an aching to live, to reach for all a life can attain. Thank you so much for your thoughts and your presence here.

[Neville]

Another delightful work of art my friend...... splendid bit o writing and true.... N

[An owl on the moon]

It is always so good to have you by, my friend. Thank you!

[Neville]

no problem, no worries, my pleasure & true... N

[Just Kim]

“I did not mean to dig so deep.
But do not quake, for I too will weep.
And wander with you if in dreams,
until true sunlight softly gleams
across our hope’s horizon.”

I Totally love this part here, But this whole write is wonderful.
I can feel some sadness in this as well. so well written and expressed.

[Coyote Poetry]

The word. Deep and wonderful words and thoughts shared in the chapter. The artwork and words. Perfect and beautiful. I wanted to read and know more. I would read the book. Thank you my friend for sharing a part of the story.
Coyote

[An owl on the moon]

Your words always encourage me, my friend. Thank you! It means the world to have you connected into this story of my soul.

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked the gentleness and the strength in the words. You are welcome my friend.

[Mrudula Rani]

I love this beautiful truth, " ... stare at the sea, where no path ever remains". And yet great voyages were done and new worlds were discovered through sea.
Você tem sempre encorpando muita sabedoria em suas poesia! Uma ótima trabalho, adorei.
Boa noite. ( agora são quase meia noite aqui) Espero que tudo está ótimo com você. Aqui todo mundo está esperando para copa do mundo . Vai torcer para o Brasil? A Estados Unidos não foi qualificado para copa, não é? Tudo de bom. Uma grande abraço.

[An owl on the moon]

It is true... so many paths were formed through the wild seas. Muito obrigado por sua gentileza e sua luz aqui no minha mundo! Sou grato por você apreciar meus pensamentos. Então, esperando que sua noite lhe traga alegria agora. E sim, sim vou torcer pelo Brasil! Eu devo um dia ter uma foto minha em meus sapatos e camisa brasileiros. rir...Te vejo em breve. Um grande abraço! Saude!

[Mrudula Rani]

Oi meu amigo, Eu sempre pensando de você, é a sua amor para Brasil. Lembra-se a copa de mundo de 2014? Que tristeza! Espero que está copa vai ser melhor para nós! Uma abraço bem apertado. Tudo de bom.

[An owl on the moon]

Amiga precioso! Então, espero que tudo corra bem este ano! Torcendo por você e pelo Brasil. Ah, estou vestindo minha camisa e calça Brasil hoje. Que esta semana te traga muita alegria. Uma abraço bem apertado...

[Mrudula Rani]

Obrigado querido. eu desejo você uma semana de muitas alegrias, muita paz para você também . Uma grande abraço.

[barleygirl]

Your prose + poetry style still baffles me in a good way. Sometimes I try to decide if I like the prose best or the poetry? Sometimes I’m jolted by the switch from one format to another. All in all, I’m not sure what is the goal of writing in this alternating way, but your style is original & interesting, for sure. My favorite is the second line of prose – that’s awestriking in being authentic & transparent. Like a gift to be able to see inside such precious morsels (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[An owl on the moon]

I truly am grateful for your reflections and thoughts always. Yes, this writing first rose when I was suicidal, there in California. And my attempt was to blend the prose and poetry to best explain my thoughts and feelings... all melted as one. Sending (((HUGS))) and smiles now... and raising my glass in your general direction. :)

[SleeplessVolcano]

mmmm....shadows with angels, and then they cry.....this is powerful stuff.....where is the novel? :)

[An owl on the moon]

Ah, dear poet, so glad to have you by! Well, it is available at amazon.com, but free for you here as well. Read it anytime. :)

[Karmee]

This is really good, depth in this write, very well written and captivating. very well written

[Unspoken poet]

“I did not mean to dig so deep.
But do not quake, for I too will weep.
And wander with you if in dreams,
until true sunlight softly gleams
across our hope’s horizon.”

I really enjoy this part of your wonderful write. Amazing