becoming silence

becoming silence


The quieter I became ... the more I could hear
only a single candle's flame moved the stillness ,
gripping the void between lucency and obscure darkness

my eyes slipped slowly closed as the flicker faded ,
inner quietude dimming all light
the darker it got ... the more vividly I could see

a nearly silent exhaled sigh let the memories flood
the bereft of where there once was light ...I became the timeless silence without form

yearning to understand some of the greater things in life unseen , experiencing the unknown without fear ,
for to clinch and feel that which seems indefinable

for here , in this formless manifest dimension ,
all layers of essence are peeled back
to an aurora of spirit in soul ;

at the core of inner stillness nothing is impossible ...


© November ... 2013   Harlon Rivers

Dark Side of Daylight ...

Dewdrop pearls placidly descend ,
slip sliding down the windowpanes ,
surrendering traces to the fogged gravity
of the shadowy morn ...

Eyes slowly drawn open
upon vague sounds of dripping droplets ,
leaking as if tree tops perforated
the bulbous indistinct grey sky ...

Silence flows hesitantly down
from the corner of my eye
cheeks dampened ,
spilled droplets linger , formed
as if some hidden heart springs arose ...

Alchemistic emotional restlessness
flood the thread barren dull glow ,
fragile broken dreams ebb ,
purge these whispered tears' sighs ...

Hints of light lapse ,
memories taking flight ,
silenced in the night
by some dreamt vestiges
of this blurred tomorrowland ...

How loathed befallen burdens emerge ,
descry the spell of melancholy madness'
downward spiraling dross ,
replacing daybreak’s dawning light ...

© 11/14/2013 ... Harlon Rivers

The dark side of Déjà vu