Golden bars make no less a prison than a coffin on a hill…
Bars of gold encrusted with diamond dust enshrines me. I hear a swifting song of subtle silence:
Golden bars make no less a prison
than a coffin on a hill.
And in caged reformation,
one wanders aimless still.
The rafters now a recollection
of sacred suppression.
How the morning dawn
strikes mourning confession.
Now Death yields a harvest
of the living masses.
We walk toward its path
no earthly power surpasses.
I look about me, surrounded by shrouded stones and shifting sand. The gold bars swift to golden rays of deepening sunlight, as black stone lifts itself above the raging foam. The sea erupts, engulfing the sun as a deadened darkness dances through me.
A chilling wind shivers my skin, and in my transfixed weary walk I taste its bitter marrow. As I stand transfixed, I see a shadow flighting above the frozen waves. It is my angel, her figure draped in a crystal fog.Through this cold hellish haze she reaches her hand out to mine. I step toward her on the waves, but I am swallowed by the sea. She speaks.
Nothing vapors Craig! It exists all the time we long to see in our try to grab. I kind of feel a desire of reading something more in this poem. It has a new taste ever since I am accustomed to your work, and the outcome is lovely. I liked it a lot, friend. It deepens my thought for my inner queen. I have to read it twice, so that its feel remains long with me...
The excruciating agony of a desperate soul to just let go for the last time ...to not ...f e e l... anymore. To find rest..., and as close as this broken soul might be to the edge of darkness when writing these fascinating lines, the last stanza contains a strong message of his angel or subconsciousness shining through - that there's still h o p e that he'll find his grain of positive energy to catch a little streak of sunshine to call his own and to fight, which probably kept him from letting go for good.
I am extremely fascinated by your brilliance of giving this profound abyss such eloquent words and images. Kudos!
Nothing vapors Craig! It exists all the time we long to see in our try to grab. I kind of feel a desire of reading something more in this poem. It has a new taste ever since I am accustomed to your work, and the outcome is lovely. I liked it a lot, friend. It deepens my thought for my inner queen. I have to read it twice, so that its feel remains long with me...
2024 is here... May we make it so much more heaven than hell... Wishing all peace on earth... Together, maybe we go the distance...
The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet t.. more..