118. The End is Here

He knocked on my door,

To show that he is here.

Tall, dark, and frightful.

Morosely laughing,

Provoking sound fear.

Traducing the silence,

Bitter-shrieks of mis’ry,

Not out from within,

But stolen;

Ripped forth out from me.

Sharply he turns back,

Quick, flees out the doorway.

Came in just as he left,

“You can’t ever leave,

Right here you will stay!”

Day ‘vades his exit.

Window-rays torment well.

With uncertainty,

Time laughing,

As tolled: the End Bell!

K. Aldaya, 2/1/05

Picture: “The Old Wooden Door” by Dan Tucker: http://www.photographybydantucker.com/; http://www.photographybydantucker.com/gallery2.php?ImgCatIDurl=1&ImageID=133&page=4

117. Past Clouds

The past o’er hovers,

In clouds of thick smoke.

Cov’ring the sun,

Of futures’ yoke,

Hope: held by gun!

If wishes came true,

What man wouldn’t wish,

For azure skies,

Rays of hope to languish?

Dematerialize,

The sadness.

K. Aldaya, 1/28/05

Picture: Artist Unknown; http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-46dx_VyCBug/Te7mSLsggYI/AAAAAAAAAPw/EzA_lKlvVTs/s1600/11.jpg

116. Snow Song

Sing me the snow song,

The song of the snow;

Of glittering white powder,

That all fairies know,

Send smiles with each snowflake,

Ah, good for all mens sake.

So sing me the snow song,

The song of the snow;

Of fantastical snow-lands,

That all creatures know,

Are always here with us,

In ‘mag’nations aglow—

O’ let it snow!

K. Aldaya, 1/27/05

Picture: Photographer Unknown; http://tribepk.com/20-beautiful-hd-wallpapers-of-snowfall/garden-view-beautiful-hd-wallpapers-of-snowfall

115. Eve Falls

Eve falls with warm whispering winds,

Caressing. Soothing. Coal-swept skies.

Wooden tresses toss their strands,

Swaying. Soft’ning. Wind-sent sighs.

Invasive murmurs pierce the calm.

Leering. Heaving. Speaking loud.

Of the sun golden and grand.

Shining. Sparkling. True and proud.

Befall ye cares of lost sunlight,

Resonate. Beseech, swift end;

For thick, so on air, to suffocate.

Painted. Vibrant dreams can’t fend.

Eves of passionate beauties.

Praising. Lusting nature’s glories.

Are mocked by mans’ vain campaigns.

Toiling. Foiling ‘neath the trees,

(Crawling on their knees).

O’ ignorant voices sounding,

Screaming. Yelling pointlessness.

Carrying condemnated-past,

Into this eve of kind progress.

Leave day and night estranged.

Cracked, bent branches cry to ye.

Leave some hope for a new day,

Fresh, clear, each night to see,

Giving strength to comfort thee.

K. Aldaya, 1/25/05

Picture: Artist Unknown; http://www.layoutsparks.com/1/10409/purple-is-cool-lovely-soothing-evening.html

114. The Faithful Dawn

Rose pedals melt into the haze,

Brushed by the beads of light,

Whisp’ring to the wind a song,

Of the ceasing night.

Dancing on the velvet streaks,

The joyous, for their joy, express.

Dawn carries the new hope of life,

On clouds of faithfulness.

K. Aldaya, 1/11/05

Picture: “Dawn” by Smattila on Deviant Art; http://smattila.deviantart.com/art/Dawn-33368748