Tuesday, August 22, 2006

poem: hope

Hope

I have often dreamed
of a love so deep,
filled with passion,
unadulterated joy
that blossoms from the
intertwining of twin souls.

A fusion of birth
and destruction,
as the flames of love
consume the self,
till it lies buried beneath
ashes of age,
fear,
selfishness.

Would such a dream come to pass?
I always wondered in silence
solitude
Aloneness.

Hope's footsteps started to fall,
inaudible
like the kiss of a feather upon the ground,
He began his deadly dance
wicked smile upon ageless lips,
 moving sensuously around me in the darkness,
seducing me with words
that lifted the cloak of loneliness
but for a moment.
What if? he asked silkily,
What if, indeed...
and I started to believe.

Hope the liar
Hope the deceiver
Creator of dreams
a spider-web of fantasy that
ensnares,
envelops the mind in mirages of
beauty and bliss,
a world inhabited by two souls
who have ceased their wanderings,
rejoicing in the wine of love.

Of course, it was a fantasy,
one that Hope weaved with such clarity
that it seemed like reality,
I could no longer tell the difference between the two,
I was fooled.

When the mirage shattered
like a thousand mirrors,
I fell.
Deep into an unending chasm,
further below than even the
fiery depths of hell,
a place of darkness
emptiness
where the echoes of loneliness
shriek and yell.

I clutch my ears tight,
wrap myself in a fetal posture
but the echoes never die off
they never grow softer,
but always getting louder
louder
LOUDER!

It was Hope that broke me,
and as I sit here
in the darkness,
images of life start to fade,
like words upon the yellowing pages
of a book
left forgotten on a dusty shelf.
I start to wonder if the
darkness will be chased away,
But then, I no longer hope for light.

Written at 3:44 AM