Everything Changes

[Bhryn]

A new thread placed there; the sheet cottony to the touch but warm with some emotion that suffuses the work, drawing close all that wish to view the words imprinted there in a sweet cursive hand. The words themselves:

Waving hands on the horizon
To say goodbye
Without the words that would
Linger.

So everything changed in the
Way back when
The way back then;
I was young
And you were old
Before your time.

Take on the world
See all that there is to see
To write it in notes
For later digestion
At ease.

All the heavens and hells
And the worlds between
We've seen it all, ah
My love, seen it all
And loved it all
And hated it all
But lived it all.

Together we had dreams
And plans
Built of blocks from
Coloured hope -
We stacked them as high
As they would go to touch
Some higher soul.
But they all fall down
Around
And around.

So we part
As strangers familiar in our ways
With your smile soft
And my heart heavy
But I am still young
And you old before time
Even began.

Waving hands in semaphore
That means goodbye, good luck
But forever gone.

And I wave back.


Bhryn xxxx

 

[Bhryn]

The Night

Good evening, Good night.
Flag the candles down
For the evening.
Stars are out already and
Twinkling bright, luminous
But cold.

The evening is a velvet blanket
Of richest sable
And cast upon the dinner table
Of Gods are dreams
Of mice and mortal men.

In slumber rolled
Beds of soft sheets and
Softer down.
You made the bed
So lie in it
And call up the memories
That tell you I
Will no longer share it.

I have left your town
And taken with me
The love I could have brightened
Your life with.
You took what you wanted of me
But heeded not my warning:
When I am gone,
Said I,
There will be no other.

There will be no laughter
Or sweet mornings
Where fractured sun strikes
Your tired eyes
And I pull you with me
Into waking
From dreams to dreams
And longer after.

So I went and pulled the shade
Down.
I cut off the daytime so
Tonight you can look
From your window
At the heavy moon
And distant stars;
And wonder how I am
Where I am
And at how you miss me so.

But I have closed the curtain
On that window in our life
And locked you
With the senseless night
Outside.

Bhryn xxxx

 

[Bhryn]

Drowning

A look never cast my way was lost
At sea in the faces
And crowds of people; waving
Undulating past me and him
Until he too was lost
From sight.
But drowning
I recalled the bright eyes
And the hollow curve
Of cheek and bone
And lips to dimple the skin
Softly.
Down, the mermaids
Dragged me down
With memories that sank
Not swam
Out of reach and into
The forever, beyond.

~ B xxx

 

[Bhryn]

Tomorrow

Ask me not to show you
The bloom of the sun
In the dying embers.
Nor to show you where
The stars fade into forever
On the far flung horizon.
I cannot give you
The dreams I once held
And let slip through my fingers
Nor pass along softly
The tears I shed
Over the gone and lost.

Ask not of me
Where I will be tomorrow
Or even the day after
Never ask me if
I could open the door
To let you in.
Speak not the secrets
Of my broken heart
To the entire world
And I'll not ask
Of you a single thing
In this life, or the next.

But ask me again
To walk with you tomorrow
And always tomorrow;
I would say that
I could walk with you
And spot the constellations
And their nightly traces
On the vigilant sky
With me at your side.
The cold air blowing
The night recalls me
And this feeling.

Ask not of me
To be there when the sky
Is falling down
For I will already be
There with the sky
Upon my unbent shoulders.
Ask nothing of me
That I would not give
To you in a heartbeat
And always ask
Of me, that I walk with you
Tomorrow. Always tomorrow.

B xxxx

 

[Xanto]

A small piece of parchment wrapped in the color black with a gold lining has several white words scribbled upon it.

Beautiful poetry. I couldn't do any better myself, even when I'm sensitive! Please keep putting your poetry up because I really love to read it.

Xanto

 

[Bhryn]

Pins a quick reply underneath, the typical warm cottony parchment and the writing in a rich dark blue:

I'm glad you like it.

Bhryn xxx

 

[Bhryn]

My Brother

I don't know where we parted
Told heavy hearted
To me that I should leave
And go.
Where sister and brother
Knew not each other;
Only the silence of a reprieve
So slow.

I know we shook the heavens
At odds until eleven
And then at fifteen years
We went.
The stars fell down to shatter
But what did it matter?
I had left no tears
To vent.

Between myself and you is a wall
Of all things after all
We cannot let go and forgive
So easily.
But when the storm has passed
Sometime, with words fast
And thin skin we'll relive
What could be.

A mirror light and dark together
With promises held to forever
And bitter wounds never heal
Not through.
Was once you left me to fester
A kinder brother to clueless sister
Try to make me feel
What is true.

So grown up now, reaching out
To shake the heavens, down about
And gather what dreams
We gave up as dead.
And each little word taken back
Bitter wounds and words, taken back
And mend the broken seams
With loving thread.

B ~ xxxx

 

[Xanto]

~A note posted of the same material and similar writing is left~

I hope things turn out for the better in the end with your brother.

Xanto