Day 211 - Fading Light

Fade in and out of reality
With the glass above your head
They whisper "There was a tragedy..
Miracle that she isn't dead."
The old house smells like people
From church and other places
But it seems to be missing the steeple
You can't manage comprehending the faces

I am waking up you think blearily
Yet no one around is taking notice
You wish you could think clear-ily
Or respond to the awkward kiss
In the corner by the little nephew
Whose faces screams let me out
But he could actually scream unlike you
So you wish you could beg him to shout

Will you awaken completely soon?
When you can breathe without the stifling?
It seems to be ticking on every afternoon
And life is getting ever more trifling
But still you try a little longer
Because what if you make it out today?
Yet every moment turns ever wronger
And at some point you have nothing left to say

Day 202 - Viewing Poetics

If you could echo in the shades of light
The very story that lasted in fingertips
Then the easy going, glowing ethereally bright
Stories of ecstatic joys easily passes through lips
Into waves of wonder and grasses like pools
Which ripple in footprints of moments passing by
Pressed deep in the toes of love hardy fools
With musician's notes upon clouds lost in the sky
And silver chains answering the ageless
In intricate designs of winding, entwining trust
Redefining the existence of the cage-less
In flavors of orange thunder storm clouding rust
Fabrics so fresh with time that refuses to move
In the speed of echoing arches of modernization
That all with an epitome have something to prove
With methods of articulated internalization
That beauty flows in whispers that do not speak
Except to make fewer at one beings gloriously weak