Fling The Snow Into The Air,

Fortitude

There is helpless heartbreak,

Ripples in the endless lone lake,

The scattering of light,

Swift, unsteady, the wind,

Drifting above the clouds.

It's so hard,

To see the kindle,

The hope,

When you spend time,

In solace,

Solitude,

Till the day when,

The world's upside down,

The water from the skies,

Threatening to drown,

There are soft cries,

Of people who lie,

Who only say,

I give up.

But it is said,

That life's light waits in its stead,

That maybe sacrifice,

Is worth something.

Even if tolerance is finite,

Maybe it's worth fighting,

To face it all,

To save someone,

To know that you tried,

In fortitude.

Please, I beg you, I’m sorry.

Trying to please those around me,

Trying to ask for nothing more than freedom,

Trying to please you, just saying please,

Please, forgive me.

I tried to hide from you,

I tried to run,

I tried to ignore the darkening skies,

But now you caught me,

And put me into chains,

Forcing me to follow your reign,

So I please you,

I bring you what you ask,

No matter how hard the task,

Even if you slap me,

The red mark on my face,

Deep and cutting,

Though I don’t cry,

I never really asked for pity,

I only ask you,

To forgive me.

Please, please, please,

Just let me go,

Stop taunting me,

Stop forcing me,

Stop killing me,

Stop hurting me,

Stop tearing me,

All I ask for,

Is to be free,

And I will please.

Please, forgive me,

Please, release me,

Please, let my soul,

Go.

I still remember the days,

When there was a fire in the hearth.

Slivers trail,

Behind rivers,

Stunned shivers,

Behind quivers,

Foreign, unknown,

Answers unshown,

The moon’s phase,

No trace,

Give chase,

Sun and moon,

Voices croon,

Too frail,

Set sail,

Always prevail,

Too soon,

Watch the moon,

The sun’s noon.

I wonder why I see a fire,

Burning in the water.

Cloudless Nights

I still remember the days,

When there were no cities,

No lights, no streets,

Silence, no fray,

Just skies,

Of shadows and moons.

I guess it was inevitable,

Yet I couldn’t help but say,

That if you gave me one more day,

I would have never left you here,

Alone, lost in this festering fear,

You don’t need to believe me,

But I tried,

And when I simply couldn’t,

I cried.

I breathe my sighs,

Into the sinking air,

Blinded by lies,

Why is life so unfair?

Now it is the fog of regret,

That hangs over me,

Haunting in its silent breeze,

Taunting our memories,

I try to stifle the tears away,

Though impossible to keep much at bay,

I am sullen,

With hollow pain,

With the yearning,

That you’ll come back to me one day.

I wish we could go back,

To those cloudless nights,

When we could see those stars,

And laugh about our silly flaws,

And cry about our scars still raw,

And fall silent for whatever cause,

I just wished,

We were never so far.

After the Rain

Maybe we’re just waiting for the hope,

That lingers with the fresh scent of the rain,

But it’s so hard to cope,

With the desolations of ash,

Falling in flurries,

So seamless,

Gentle,

The marking of a new day,

In barren pain.

The rain,

Clear, faint droplets,

That make a resounding splatter,

Soaking the ashen ground,

Like a serenade,

The harmony of the wind,

The whispering leaves,

And the rippling rain,

A song so pure,

So graceful,

That overpower,

The stinging pain.

It seemed so lifeless,

Hopeless,

Useless,

When there was no sound,

Amidst the smokey haze,

Just the Earth in it’s silent stance,

Like time itself was in a trance,

When the first rain,

Hit the ground,

The skies crying out,

Their sorrow,

And the uncertainty of tomorrow.

Then, so strange,

There was a calm yet sudden change,

When the clouds bellowed,

Their last thunder,

And moved on,

The illumination of the sun,

Unseen for so long,

And if you listened,

Ever so carefully,

You could hear the soft singing,

From the birds beyond.

Swallow's Dance

The azure, gentle swallow,

Perched on its branch,

The leaves that rustle and whisper,

Accompanying the twitters and chirps,

The beautiful melody gliding through,

The seams of the windows,

Mesmerizing in its trance.

Then the wind blew,

As the leaves chattered,

The tree strong, unwilling to bow,

To the relentless storm,

Protecting the swallow,

Who hid among the branches,

Feeble and silent.

No songs float through the air,

Though the rain takes its place,

Splitter, Splatter,

A collective rhythm,

Amplified by the wind’s howl,

And the bustling of the leaves.

As the swallow slept soundly,

Through the lullaby of the rain,

It awoke at the crack of dawn,

Ruffled its feathers,

Then took flight in its wake,

A magnificent sight as its slender body,

And the long waving tail,

Glided above the skies,

The feathers fluttering,

Sweeping the air with it,

The dance and the song,

A sign of life, harmonious nature,

A beauty to behold,

A swallow’s stance,

And its remarkable dance.

Jumping Trout by TheHen

The annual salmon,

The jumping trout,

Who swim upriver,

In and out,

For one can see endeavor,

That seems to take forever,

It sure is not clever,

There could be some way better.

The falling cascade,

Of streaming water,

The power it takes,

To reach the lake,

No, even if the trout jumped higher,

Even with all that desire,

No one can be better,

Than the leading sire.

Day after day,

Despite being eaten away,

The trout jump on,

Without any way,

The seagulls diving in and out,

Though never broken away,

The jumping trout,

Live for the future,

In hopes for anything better.

I don't think I would ever be the same,

If you were killed,

And gone from my life.