Standing on the edge of nothing

Breathing in the fragrant air of the world

Gazing at the forever distant mountain cliffs

I feel as if I am floating.

Thinking back on my life so far

I remember dreams of yore

That used to tell me who I was

As my mind would go gloating.

But years have gone and places too

I drift and wander through eons

And gaze upon the stars ahead

That echo my heart’s hoping.

The days shift by and slowly ebb

The flow of rivers continue

I am the twig that wanders thus

amid the ripples foaming.

The birds will fly, the babes will cry

And everything will change

But nothing can take me away

from where my dreams are coping.

Capturing the images left behind,

The flood of water grips at the ankles of the earth.

Consumption seems imminent

As the black clouds gather over the placid lake of gray.

Sailboats drift with white sails over the rocky, sandy shore

That pitches and churns as a demon escaping from it’s celestial prison.

The tides of stars drift in and out of focus

As the fireflies light up the night sky.

Contemplating trivial matters is useless.

Things that were, are not;

And things that were not, are.

Grasping for reality is a failing attempt at understanding catastrophe.

Wings gather in the skies and canopy the cacophony of forever.

Lips speak words no one has heard for a thousand years

And the only sign of life is a small child staring into the oblivion of time.

Raucous displays of superiority outshine the glimpses of zen.

Dreams clash with the world of the awoken.

No matter how many faces you see,

There is always another staring into the sapphires.

Chaos enhances the senses, perfuming the ideas of the future.

Seek and you will find,

Find and you will seek.

Carroll becomes logic as Dickens becomes simple.

Seuss becomes life and history becomes death.

Racing thoughts beat a never ending circle in the eyes of the soul.

To search is to lose. To trust is to gain.

Nothing leaves. All stays.

Soon a new sun will dawn and the new age will begin.

Waiting patiently was never one of Analise’s strong suits. She could never seem to stay distracted long enough not to get bored. Sitting upon the large stone on the path just south of town she sat twiddling her fingers and staring at the emerald canopy above her head. The forest was alive with tweets and trills from the societies of birds which nested in its branches. Her long chocolate colored hair fell untied about her shoulders covering the royal blue cloak which halfway hid the robin’s egg frock she wore. Her dark riding boots swung lazily inches from the ground. Taking a deep breath she scanned the road for any sign of her companion. The path wound it’s way into the distance, disappearing just over a ridge into the sunlight that marked the forest’s end. The babbling sound of a brook could be heard in the distance. The brook marked the beginning of town. A small stone bridge opened the path to the marketplace and the square. Nicolas had said that he would only be gone a short while for his errand, which is why Analise had agreed to wait.”It’s not as if I have anything else to do…” she thought to herself as she continued staring at the glistening sun peeking through the leaves to produces golden flecks on the path and fauna that surrounded her. It was a cool day in the early fall and a light breeze swam through her hair making it dance and curl in the updraft.

She felt as if she had been sitting there for hours.So far she had witnessed two squirrels fighting over a nut, a not so happy badger grumbling about his business, a cacophony of birds gossiping about their lives and an army of ants bringing food back to the hill. Sighing deeply she lay back on the stone. “If I have to wait here for so long,” she said out loud to herself, “I might as well see if I can’t take a nap.” Closing her eyes, she attempted to shut the world out of her mind. The wind settled down and she felt her breath slow itself to an even tempo of relaxation. She felt the cool hands of sleep caress her mind as she slowly began to drift off into dreamland.

She felt herself fall before she woke up enough to realize what had happened.

At first she thought she had merely rolled off of the stone but soon found herself looking into the flushed face of a strange young man who lay on the ground next to her. His white-blond hair fell over his face hiding his features. He gasped for air as if he had been running for a while. He wore black trousers with a white shirt half tucked in, half falling out under a green vest. He knelt with his forearms on the ground steadying himself.

Analise tore herself out of her sleepy stupor and pushed herself up against the rock. “What was that for?” She stated angrily. She started to stand up, brushing the twigs and dirt from her clothing, “You certainly have some nerve! Pushing a girl off of her napping place while she’s asleep! Geez! I’ll tell you one thing I have never had such a rude encounter before! Why just the thought of…”

Before she could finish her next thought, the young man grabbed her arms and pulled her back to the ground. Analise began to protest but was silenced by his hand flying to her mouth. “Not another word!” His whisper held fear, anxiety and caution.

The young woman nodded and remained silent.

The sound of hoof beats reached the ears. Someone or something was coming down the path towards them. The hoof beats came distorted as if a slight clanging of bells had attached itself to a muffled thump. The closer the sound came the harder it was to control her breathing. A feeling crept over Analise unlike she had ever experienced before. She had no idea who the young man was but by the look on his face she didn’t dare to stand up to see the pursuer.

The young man dragged himself up next to her against the rock. He was pressing so hard that it seemed as if he would mold himself into the stone.

Silence.

The forest was silent. All of the sounds that had previously raucously agitated her senses were gone. The hoof beats had stopped.

The two waited in the silence not daring to breathe.

Analise sat staring forward, afraid to move. The young man leaned over into her ear. “When I say run,” he whispered, “run.”

She nodded, unable to comprehend what exactly was happening.

“Run!” He shouted.

The two sprang forward towards the thicket. The instant they had stood, she heard a terrifying cry behind them. The sound of hoof beats now began thundering in their direction. Analise dodged trees and branches in an attempt to escape the pursuer. She had no idea where she was going, she just knew if she stopped it would be the end of her life. Trees flew by. As she ran she could hear the fabric of her clothing tearing on thistles and brambles.She was running as fast as she could not paying attention to whether or not the young man was with her.

Passing a gnarled old tree she threw herself against the trunk out of sight to try and catch her breath. The hoof beats seemed to be going in another direction. She slowly looked around the decrepit trunk to see if she could see the pursuer.

It stood roughly twenty yards away. By the look of it it was a goblin like creature. It’s skin was an oily greenish gray color with wings that stuck from it’s back. It road a rusty colored beast she had never seen before; not that she had ever seen its rider either before. It grunted as it searched the thicket for any sign of its prey.

Something else caught her eye. The young man lay in a patch of dark undergrowth to her right and motioned for her to run to him. He had to be crazy, she thought, if she moved even an inch, the enemy would see her and she would be caught. On the other hand, if she stayed where she was, she would probably be captured anyway. Analise knocked her head against the tree. How could a day that had started out so boring and ordinary erupt into this?

Gritting her teeth she set her foot, ready to spring from her hiding place towards the dark patch of bushes.

The next thirty seconds of her life passed as if in slow motion. No sooner had she leaped from her hiding place that she noticed two more of the creatures entering the scene to converse. As she slipped into the greenery, the creatures turned towards her direction. She was certain they had seen her. They immediately started towards the bushes. When she landed, she hit hard and the air was forced from her lungs. She tried not to gasp. The young man’s hand again, slammed onto her mouth to suppress the noise.

She couldn’t blink. Couldn’t move. Analise was certain they were going to die.

Mingling through the epitaphs,

Of sorrow thickly laden,

with dreams destroyed and nightmare paths

That line the veil of eden…

The memories come flooding still.

The silhouetted faces.

The shadows in the pregnant mill

Which echo our old graces.

We sit and stare in wonderment

At hapless, listless yearning.

Never understanding quite,

The lessons we are learning.

The pictures flash and burn the mind.

They claw the gaping wound.

The wrenching language in a line

That says they left too soon.

And so we sit in silence,

Begging death to hear

Any hope or little prayer

That makes it to the ear.

The days pass slowly, years fly by,

Weaving out the scars.

Reality embraces life

And gas becomes the stars.

We leave the children in the dark

Alone to face their fears;

To suffer the occurences

And grow old in their years.

Yet, can we not escape

Or breathe a little light?

Are we doomed to wander

Sleepless in the night?

The massive expanse of cerulean sky hung over the waving grass. The wind had started to pick up and the whistling caressed the ears like a melody. Grinning brightly, Morha tightened her grip on her skirt as she ran to the hillside. She had spent so many moments on this hill. She was anticipating a moment of solitude for her to collect her thoughts. Although she smiled, lately she had been burdened by so many emotions and no longer had any idea which way was up. She cursed herself for being such a timid and vengeful person. She looked for trouble. She made the mistakes she knew she would come to regret sooner or later. Her memory was a composite of ifs. She couldn’t remember a time when she had made a drastic decision that hadn’t been made for personal gain. That was why she had to get away. That was why she needed to place her thoughts in order. Using someone was so easy especially when it was done to make someone else jealous. Even if she hadn’t realized it at the time, looking back on it that’s what it had been. She wanted him to see her. Wanted him to know what was happening. Wanted him to remember what he could have had. Tears hid behind her eyes behind locked gates. She wouldn’t cry. Wouldn’t give the situation the gratitude of a conquest of her emotional state. Holding her head high, she walked towards the lone tree atop her hill. Kneeling beside the mahogany bark, she closed her eyes, breathing deeply the scent of nature. The only thing that she knew would calm her down. Why was it that no matter what had happened he would always be willing to help her. Her mind had asked so many questions that she couldn’t form her thoughts to speak correctly. He had helped her take care of her friend, yes. He had asked her if she were okay. He cared about her. He could make her look at him even when she stubbornly refused to obey. All the while knowing that the instant she looked at him her world would cease to be. She’d be lost in his green eyes. His hazel green eyes. She didn’t want to feel this way. Didn’t want him to know what her head was screaming at her. He was with her friend. Nothing she did could change that. He had chosen the other. The blonde. The fiesty one. The one who wasn’t a mess. How could he have been with her. Who had she been fooling all these years? And how on earth could she even imagine the thoughts that had flashed into her mind. It was against any girl code that had ever been invented. He forced her to calm down. Forced her to relax and breath. All the while, unknowingly killing her with every touch. Every gaze. Every motion. She had felt safe and comforted in his arms. Felt like the world made a little more sense. He had said she could always count on him. That he would always be there for her. He had kept that promise. He did for her what most never did. He came after her. He tried as hard as he could to be the hero he knew she needed. Yet nothing could or would ever come of any crazy fantasy she could come up with. No matter how much she wished it could. No matter how much she wanted it. Wanted him. Taking a deep breath, she opened her eyes to the bright sunshine. It was time to bury her emotions like she always did. She would hold her head high and pretend the world can’t touch her. Not for a moment. Not ever.

dfilms:

Magician Mickey, 1937

robot-heart:

(by fatheed)

Cutest little thing!

Drifting on the edge of sleep,

Moonlight caressing the soul,

The eyes begin to ever blink

And wish away the cold.

Singing shadows lie in wait

Of nevermore and Tulgey;

Of streets of distant shores of late

That fade among the ivy.

And as we search and wander thus

Amid the vapid awnings

The secrets gaze in wonderlust

At distant ships of dawning.

Yet can we not assume to feel,

Abaft the treacherous writing,

Foreboding’s role in life, too real,

To understand the fighting?

So vacant stories pass with time

And wonder what could be

If life had only been a rhyme

In a kingdom by the sea.