Musings

Will there be enough daylight left
On the floor of this decision,
Or is this the best we can hope for
Sifting through mired footsteps that still haunt,
On a cloudless midnight
As I search the heavens for a hint
For a clue,
For some semblance of reason to receive …

I’m afraid to remember, I think
Having misplaced my direction
In the soles of my shoes,
As I continue to deliberate my fate
Have I completely lost my nerve?
I wonder …

Could these arms ever hold you?
Will these lips ever taste
The rapture restrained in my rousing,
Released now in slumber
And silenced when awake,
Am I down for the count
Or only now, beginning
To believe …

By: alisa js
5.26.07

Potsherd or Papyrus

Have we no room for circumstance?
Gasping at white layered patterns in plain view,
Having heard somewhere this meant troubled potential
We turn our eyes inward
Maybe no one noticed,
As nothing was said,
It was all in that look
We kept walking …

I’m not sure if that was an apparition
Or a memory I didn’t remember until now,
Potsherd or papyrus
Bottle cap of fancy notepads,
Something or someone was there
And now, it’s quiet here …

Am I to believe in dreams again?
Is it possible for me to find the string that wanders within my midst
With both hands,
And these scattered thoughts
Run right into morning convinced …

By: alisa js
5.26.07

These Storms of Life

These eyes have strained to gaze upon desired horizons
Keeping the fragments alive here
Inside this ideal I have treasured
And managed to keep seeking somewhat
This vague rendering
Of happiness I remembered as a child and held dear,
Tendered by understanding
Sealed and kept near the harbor lights,
Carefully preserved all these years, tho’ battered
And bruised, unable to bloom in darkness and doubt
Those tender buds of promise, the hope
Reaching still, these fragile stems
We mustn’t forget the greater objective
Attainable,
If we believe and faint not …

Can this heart of mine rise above the madness
And cruel attacks from those lacking understanding
Compassionless,
Tho’ waves have hit hard with deliberate slashes wide
How can I blame and condemn,
Arrogance
Judgment
Condescending glares
All bitter fruits of ignorance,
They stand on the barriers and watch
And I will strive to muster the courage one more time
In the face of adversity
Certain of destiny’s beckoning invitation,
If I believe and faint not …