Red Letter Day.

Blank pages,

Empty pens,

Waiting for life to begin

To start again.

Inexplicable sights

Fill my eyes, my life.

The sky engulfs me

Spiraling the once dead

Soul upward, onward!

Gasping for air,

Grasping for more,

More, more, more!

Fury of the gentlest clouds,

Benign nature finally

Tumbling, growing.

Fire.

Red.

Fills the soul,

The mind,

The spirit.

Alive

Once

More

 

The feeling subsides,

Yet never ends,

Never fails to amaze:

Colors to a blind man,

Music to deaf ears.

Unceasingly ceasing,

Draught of the gods,

Nectar of kings,

Plenty, gushing

Yet no one to drink,

No not one,

But unworthy me.

 

A battle rages

In the mind,

Splitting open the heart.

Wounds release no blood,

Merely thoughts,

Only words.

No words can describe

And yet I try,

I try,

I continue to strive.

(Please tell me why)

 

Looking back to the past,

We see the present

Future: the sorrows or

Strife or joy or glee.

The red letter days,

All fade before me,

Behind me

Effervescently,

Turn to mist, to fog,

To scarlet memories,

To the nothing

That they are

Or were

Or could

Have been.

 

Looking ahead,

We see the end

Of the beginning

That’s already begun;

And we can’t tell,

No predictions,

No vindications,

Black

But still

Red.

 

Letters and life and

The ever allusive love

Morph and form

Together and apart.

The color that is

So much more.

The paints on the painter

Never seemed

Stranger or brighter.

(They never will again.)

 

Flood of earth quaking emotions,

Tears filling the body,

Buried hearts come

Forth on sleeves.

Please,

Paint the sky again!

Sailors at night or dawn

Makes no difference to me,

So long as I can see

The crimson in the

Sky as I stare

Across the

Unbridled sea.

 

(Are thoughts ever new

Or just reinvented from

The pages of the past?)

 

Warmth of a lover’s arms,

His kiss upon her rosy lips,

The light in the eyes?

Simply a disguise!

And that’s the way

It’s been,

The way it will be

As far as I can tell,

If you’re only asking me.

 

Who would care for one such as I,

Lost in the crowd

Of a crowded planet,

Overgrown with

Concrete trees,

Ruby seas,

And steel canyons

As far as sight can see?

 

I look behind, around,

And see the spirits dancing,

Singing, not afraid to

Be free.

No one can touch them.

Not afraid to feel the grass

Beneath the feet,

No muttering retreats,

Holding forever in a grain of sand,

While I can’t find a stitch of time

On this plastic earth.

 

Where are you!

My predecessors, my phantoms

Of words and of art?

My heart, all I am!

Longing, striving,

Not to be known,

But to see them,

And meet them,

To embrace them one day,

Miles away

Or across the universe.

Some unspecified place

With a long forgotten face,

Oh! How I cannot wait for the day!

 

A red letter day it shall be:

The anger, the hate,

The love, the cross,

The paradise lost,

All that I am,

All I will be,

Coming together

Uniting for me.

I am young,

Yet as the old,

I weep and I grieve,

Why now, I ask,

Why me?

 

 

Author's Note

If you need a bit of an explanation concerning the inspiration and whatnot, let me know.