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Reality to me is the dusk.
Prevalence in the shadows.
It is cloaking,
Grasping,
Discerning
In a world of darkness.
It is torment.
It is restraint.
The disturbing notion
That one must taste a normal
Subsistence,
An existence so mundane and
Unremarkable.
Part of me scorns it—
The contrived,
The unnatural kismet—
And so loves being
Unbounded.
I can pretend—
I know you know what it is
To stand the test of time
As a creature sunken
In the darkness of the world,
Trying to understand
What is going on,
What it is we need,
Why we do this,
And what it is they expect us to do.
But, the beauty of the peaceful lull
Amid the trees just before sunrise
Lies in contrast with the hazy tumult
Of my self-inflicted tomb.
I have lived, and I have died.
Life, as I knew it, is over.
Still, I am happier than I have ever been.
I know love.
I know peace.
I am in awe of every vision.
I bask in the passion of every caress.
Every bit of air I breathe is a godsend.
I could listen to the stillness of the ocean
Before daybreak,
To the waves amid a blue-violet sky.
I could dance with flair to the music
With a glow that illuminates me.
I have a power that lures,
Clutches,
And holds.
Temptation is like the ache for sustenance.
Seduction is smooth,
Effortless.
One learns to employ everything,
To safeguard,
To control,
And to conquer.
I feel as if I am asking you for your heart,
Your soul,
Your breath,
Your life.
What I long to say,
I hesitate to say it.
There is the danger,
The allure
As my hand reaches out to touch your face.
Can I hold you
And resist all temptation?
Can I ever set you free?
It is the old, “I have to do this.
I don’t want to do this.”
Yet I must send you away.
To protect you is to leave you when I must,
To silence you when you probe,
To evade,
To elude.
I can sense your presence,
Always,
Before I see you.
And, I kiss the earth you swagger upon!
We can only be hurt if I love you.
It’s all been said before,
No doubt.
I might have said it all sooner,
Had I not been savoring every moment
Of getting to know you.
Wishing that carefree innocence never would
cease.
There is no one else I’d rather be—
Unless it was to love you.
You are all that I crave.
♡
Author D.K. Sanz a/k/a Kyrian Lyndon
The sun rises with
Foreboding crow caws,
While the day brings
Sirens of uncertainty.
Allergies persist.
Well, for the lilac pansies,
The snapdragons,
And the daffodils…
Oh, and the tulips in all colors,
Beautiful and bold.
We see the sun
From behind the glass.
We hear the rain.
Upstairs, there is music.
He’s singing—
Playing guitar.
Below we talk like survivors
Of dystopian madness
Taking shelter in a cave.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Are you?”
“Yes.”
The days are longer.
Open windows let in the breeze.
Outside, the trees are tall and proud.
With all their flowers,
Cherries,
And leaves.
Yet we—
We are powerless,
Our illusion of safety
Violated once more.
Oh, but the birds chirp in a frenzy!
Come play.
The earth is alive!
We need to laugh and
To cry.
Everything is tragic
And beautiful.
But some have no one to talk to,
Little, if anything, to eat,
No way to get well,
And nowhere to hide.
Others rise to an occasion
They never could have fathomed,
Working toward their lifelong dream
With infinite empathy.
Does it wreak desolation?
We don’t even know the extent
Of how harsh life can be.
People die for greed.
Dreaded knock on the door now.
No one should come here—
Maybe not for a while.
Uneasy eyes
Behind masked faces.
Down the stairwells then,
One flight at a time,
I go beyond the door,
Where the world is.
Experience it once more,
For a short time.
The sun is bright
Across a vivid blue sky.
There’s the scent of fresh-cut grass
And the sweet caress of the wind.
It’s like a summer day
With pillowy clouds
And butterflies.
The world’s magnificent beauty.
Then it’s back to the safe place.
Do you have one of those?
A safe place to be?
I hope you do.
Because the stars are still there at night,
Like the glorious moon.
I watch them as I hope
Things get better.
Like they always did before,
At least, for a little while.
Copyright October 17, 2015 by Kyrian Lyndon at kyrianlyndon.com.
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