Sunday, September 4, 2011

Shades of Dreams & Destiny’s Design


Shades of Dreams & Destiny’s Design

I don’t know what my dreams are anymore
trampled by so many on life’s dusty floor;

visions once danced in my heart
pastel-hued transparencies
of what may be
rippled
rippled
rippled
on the mirror of my soul
liquid hopes that flowed
like mercurial waters
kiss bare ankles….
… but rose no further;

reverberations
echoed
across the surrealistic canvas
of my dreams
destiny dyed rainbow-shades into one….
shadows cast images into a dark intermission
even time abandoned me
to reruns that never end;

jasmine scented breezes
died in silent sighs
stale incense
spreads
over smoky dreams
now dancing in dust-motes
with faded crystal shards…..

I don’t know what my dreams are anymore
trampled by so many on life’s dusty floor;

sharonlee©

Fractured Clarity


Fractured Clarity

gazing
through the weekend window
scenery blurred in shadowed haze
society’s harsh edges
faded to grey…
I saw mirrors....
mirrors upon mirrors...
suspended before my eyes...
each revealing a different image....
images that blurred
and changed before my startled cries....
my eyes brim with tears
and carry in them
 a melancholy that is unfathomable....

I find myself
hurtling
chaotically
down a labyrinthine tunnel
of veiled complexities…
entering the twilight zone
of my existence
a realm of deep profundity
I have never dared
to probe…
thoughts profound
in their simplicity
chant a primal mantra
too intense for my soul
to grasp….


debilitating reasoning
encumbers free thought
as all prior knowledge
disintegrates
into meaningless
echoes
under the onslaught
of such philosophical abstrusity …

I hear the very universe
hold its breath
willing me to seize
a shard of fractured clarity
almost daring me to run with it
to the end of time…

but clarity drifts
in obscure whispers
forever
beyond my perception
a profound premise
forever beyond
my mind…..

sharonlee©
3/9/2011
 9:50 PM





Twilight-Silhouettes


Twilight-Silhouettes

late afternoon
shadows
lured me
out onto the veranda…
I sat with coffee
and sighed
the spring sun
drifted
behind trees & rooftops
a soft light
clinging
to the last shreds of day…

I gazed
in silence
as graduating
shades
shifted
into muted
twilight-silhouettes …
a breeze teased
the tress
- coconut fronds
dancing
with rustling grace…

a swirling mass
of cloud-colors
swept
across the darkening sky
a hint of rain
infused the air
as I sat in coffee-scented
silence
and almost
…. almost
cried….

sharonlee©
4-Sep-11