Yeah yeah, I know ... another dark poem by Leanne. Well I do tend to write when I am feeling down and depressed or sometimes just confused and contemplative, and when I am happy I am more likely to craft or draw therefore you wont see many happy writings by me though there are a few some where.
by: Leanne S. Pippin
©Copyright 2006
What is above the clouds you perceive,
When your eyes turn toward the Heavens?
Are there rainbows and silver linings,
Like story tellers claim?
Or do the clouds just darken upon the rise,
And churn with stormy distillations?
Do the stars shine brighter in dark celestial spaces,
Like diamonds on black velvet?
Or do they fade within the shadows of a souls forgotten memories?
Do silent dreams develop within a rhythmic twinkling,
In music like a whisper through a gusty inhalation?
What feelings do you feel when all moments are lost?
Do all tears cease to trickle,
And rapture invade your thoughts?
Does every wish yet fulfilled be denied upon an instant?
And if such refusal be discharged,
Will your spirit lust for restitution?
Does your mind relax its wondering in peaceful opulence,
Or does it stagger restlessly lost in crippled yearning?
Does time create a barrier between lives once cherished,
With death become a swinging bridge across a gaping chasm?
Oh, what wonders of wondering does life create of death,
With each a hue of mystery,
Palest White,
And darkest
Black.
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