Saturday, February 21, 2009

Evening Breath

Night is a lonely shadow fading in the mist,
a transparent figure in flight,
wandering through the ground by day,
venturing out to block the sun
when we lie down in bed.

Lonely and upset,
he plan to steal are dreams,
feeding on are nightmares,
and laughing at are tears.

Robbing all things nice,
a burglar in the dark,
a sweep of pain floods through you,
if you dare to risk a glance.

A bright glow of horror hides his face,
and silver threads surround him,
with spiders crawling down,
and blood shot eyes stuck fast on his cheeks.

He lives in a place,
high above the earth,
a long lost ruin fading throughout time,
losing all life.

As dawn breaks he runs,
fleeing from the light,
night is gone,
but he is still there,
waiting for the next sunset.

Your Life

Your life is a star,
special and unique
high above the earth you glow,
a gift for humanity.

As time passes you weaken,
but you never give in,
challenges come and go,
and you always stay on top.

You're stronger than you've ever been,
rising to the north,
but nothing lasts forever,
and a shooting star is seen.

The Cat

The cat is a firework,
as it leaps into the sky,
it's explosive and alive,
it spits at the sign of danger,
and screams in the night,
as it pounces on a star.

It runs through the night,
a flash in the sky,
showing of its colours,
the onlookers gasp and admire,
hear the bang in the night.

Full of energy it flies,
filling up the sky,
as it gobbles up its dinner,
it craves for attention,
and attention it gets.

It's wild and attractive,
not allowed to touch,
just allowed to see,
it never fails to amaze,
it's just a beautiful thing.

It doesn't look it goes,
it runs across the sky,
yet everything has consequences,
as the lethal weapon is released,
and the collision is made,
nine lives are lost.

The Storm

The storm is like a wild wolf,
untamed and free,
howling to the night sky,
running round throughout the day,
never stopping never pausing,
hunting for its prey,
unpredictably striking,
on the week feeble and scared.

But everything must come to rest,
and slowly he stops howling,
slowly he stops running,
his hunting striking days are gone,
he rests his head upon his paws,
and settles down to sleep.