The only part of the city that is known.
The slums and cranky parts just outside.
Where the poor and the broken hides.
The glances of high towers and shining domes, far away.
After these outer walls,
Sleek with blood, from so long a battle.
The old soldier has seen the core of the stronghold. Never more than a glimpse, always too weary to secure positions.
We pray for conquest.
We hope for victory.
But the war might continue,
Violently crashing against carved stone.
The loathing of another healing journey,
Another rebirth after yet another full burnt.
More failed counsel and letters to myself,
Trials of fake freedom and stubbornness of belitting and forget the harm done.
But it's just another dagger,
The collection is big.
The healing won't remove the scars
That leave the skin marred and twisted.
Just keep walking,
Now with a limp,
Now half blind,
And survive.
Healing is for the ones that find safe Haven and gentle carers.
We are still in the battlefield.
To have such a heart that only needs promises,
never to come to life.
Just words, soft and sweet, a dream tale.
To turn all
into a walk on the clouds, with the pinks of a sunset.
To find out that the
clouds can’t sustain any life
And rain yourself
down.
Falling,
panicking.
Ending in a
bloody mess.
It started one
summer afternoon, with the tender green leaves.
You said ‘dare
you to jump under the bridge’.
And with a kiss and a dive in, you
disappeared.
Where you went
to, with the trolls and the dryads?
It’s autumn now
and the waters are rising.
I run this
forest once and again.
The bridge has fallen;
the path is cut down.
Did you forget
the sun in the depth of the gorge? Will it turn you into stone? Are you already
asleep in a rocky dream, covered in moss?
It’s autumn now
and the waters are rising.
I found the
witch’s hut and the whispers of curses, but there is no door, there is no
answer.
The heart grows
tired.
Where did you
go with your dares, and shining eyes? Will their light be swallowed by winter and
darkness?
Autum is coming
to an end. Winter is devouring what is left.
The waters rush
down the stream, taking everything with them. They might reach the sea.
I run this
forest once and again, never to find you, no promise or shadow.
The water will freeze soon enough.
I can’t run
anymore. There’s an echo rumbling through the trees.
At the edge of
the bridge, finally I jump and dive in,
The kiss for
bravery cold in the lips.
I know where
you went, with the auburn leaves washed away.
Would you still
be waiting for me?
and thousands of miles,
and a new world and hundreds of souls at the crossroads.
and the words have changed, but the rules are the same. Got lost and found again, was mute and deaf.
It happens so easily. Not mute, but choose to keep the noise in, blind yourself, little firefly, keep the pain away.
as if.... as if the night doesn't bring the horrors and the age doesn't take your breath away. As if the heart changes its ways.
there was a time, there in the middle, where the night was neon bright and loud. It allowed the blindness, it numbed the right places. But we are back here, with the same pain, the same heartbreak, and the same You that is a different you.
lets us continue then...
