Shadows of Life

Shadows of life lifted away
Remembrance of unhappiness already slipping allay
Forever pass over into darkness the memory of light
Recollection of all is denied, as the coffin is sealed tight
The life is over that once this body held in spirit, mind, and soul
For Death has come and claimed eternally this toll
Persons above weep o’er a grave for a life none could have saved
“Weep for me today, but tomorrow forget
For in God’s eye, my death day was set
Look to the heavens and remember only that my smile was warm
For now let pass by sorrow’s storm”
They looked on the grave and read the deceased’s last request
And followed her wishes, as it seems for the best…
S. Lee (1995)

Such a beautiful and emotional poem, I really love it!

Lady Draconian wrote:

Such a beautiful and emotional poem, I really love it!

same here!

Lady Draconian wrote:

Such a beautiful and emotional poem, I really love it!

I quote tayla too

Lady Draconian wrote:

Such a beautiful and emotional poem, I really love it!

Couldn't agree more.

Thank you!
S. Lee

Sorrow's Storm

I wasn't ready yet to say goodbye
To lay these unrequited hopes to rest
I just couldn't utter the word farewell
As life passed between the cradle and grave

In a weeping willow grove we parted
As meadowlarks sang lullabies above
For an innocent born silent and still
I beseeched eternal sleep safe to keep

Wondering unnoticed among the stones
Playing with the shades, revenants and bones
A lone soul lost in gardens forsaken
Will not from infinity awaken

From shrouds and shadows despair ascended
Leaving me despondent herein to dwell
A nightmare then from the ashes arose
To consume my mind's each waking moment

A denied dream born away on the wind
Was rent from me and then torn asunder
In sorrow's storm, oblivion took flight
Obscuring ever after from my gaze

S. Lee (2002)

Wow! That is amazing, I love it so much :love: You are a fantastic writer!

Thank you!
You may notice that a few of the lines from this one have made their way into our music.. Read this poem and play "Among the Stones" for a comparison... This was the root poem from which I eventually wrote the lyrics to that song.
S. Lee

Wow, must say these are amazing!
You really got talent in poems too

The Chase

Who are you and why do you walk through the garden in my dreams?
The music in the air is sweet but sad
I can’t place your profile in the light of day
The garden’s paths twist and turn
I never manage to catch up, it matters not how fast I run
So many lights and sounds distract me
I see only a flicker of your continence
Just enough to know that someone is there ahead of me
If I keep running and following the shadows might I see your face?
I want more than anything to find that which I seek
In the depths of darkness how might my life be changed if you were to slow down?
This deft figment will never wait for me to catch up
And the garden is truly a maze with no real end
Whose beginning fades from my memory with waking every morning
Each time the music swells and the light pierces my eyes and heart
Until the next time I fall asleep, then the chase begins again…

S. Lee (2005)

My new favourite of yours! You are a extremely talented writer (and vocalist ).

I'm glad that you are enjoying them. I will try to share a few more this morning...
S. Lee

Laconic Silence wrote:

I'm glad that you are enjoying them. I will try to share a few more this morning...
S. Lee

Morning? It's afternoon here

Potentialities

If before the beginning of consciousness, there was no time?
Then, imagine that all was a blank void
You awaken in darkness, and time itself begins
You yearn for something other than an empty and undefined nothingness
Your thought wills into existence light to bring definition to the unmitigated darkness
To create a separation of tangible things from intangible ideas
With the advent of time, your conscious mind desires a way to remember what was
A means to define and record what is, and conceptualize what might someday be
Both the light and a consciousness of time rend the void
Encroach on the realm where an innumerable chaos of possibilities held equal potentialities
And threaten to erase from present and future memory all that passed before you awoke
Once the light overcomes the darkness and time passes beyond a moment, recollection
If something fails to pass from individual consciousness into the collective memory
It passes beyond memory and remains forever lost
Within the imprecision that rules chaos and the void
Silent and silenced voices remain forever quiet to our ears
Invisible to myopic perception, and a veritable conception of the human condition
Both past and present eclipsed by the marching of time

S. Lee (2006)

I'm really struggling for words as to describe how I feel about this one. It's very descriptive and it gives light to many queries in my mind.

Pastel Shadows: A Short Story

I do not know what made us different. God or biology or some other infinitesimal error when we one became two in the warm dark haven of the womb. I just know that while we had the same features in the mirror, we were different. We had the same eyes, nose, and hands. Everything down to the last colored strand of hair on our heads appeared the same, but somehow looks were deceptive. Audren was as unlike me as a mirror image can be. She was deep, while I lived in the moment to the fullest extent. I always smiled and laughed and talked. She was beautiful in passing and resplendent in her serenity. An angel no one perfectly understood, this pastel version of myself included. She was and is my other half, the one with whom I shared my every thought. Yet, she lived locked within her own mind for seconds, minutes, or hours depending on the day. Her brown eyes so like mine, yet they could see beauty in something mesmerizing. While, I merely found her the object of wonder and fascination. I chased butterflies and felt the wind on my face. She could hear the drop of dew slide down the pedals of a flower and watch it forever and then a day. I spoke for both of us for a long time and no one really noticed, until Audren stopped smiling altogether and only answered others in one word or a short phrase or not at all. Then one day I noticed too. She spoke with her eyes, and for a time I understood still what she said to me without word. For a while, gesture or shared thought sufficed. But slowly she slipped away even from me. She left me alone more often to see the world in the smallest of things. She traveled in her mind to a place so deep and buried that the darkness scared me. She could always see a light even in the deep of night. She once told me she could hear the stars move. I believe that she could, but I will never hear her describe the process in the voice so much like hearing a muffled recording. She writes in her journal, she is not entirely lost to me. But she never looks anyone in the eye, she glances to the side. I feel so alone, like the sea without color. Like the water without the brine of salt. I feel the wind but Audren may never realize it is there. How can I be so connected to someone so different, she, my sister, is a ghost of myself. She spins, she rocks, she loses time and place or just wanders off to be alone leaving me behind alone in the thoughts we once shared and to communicate only in a few brief phrases aloud that hold over from the special language we made between each other from the time we became aware of separation, our twoness. She never cries. Her face is like alabaster stone. She feels strongly about her colors, her palate, her painting. She speaks through them, but just not in words. I watch in rapt fascination while she paints or spends hours arranging flowers into still life. Somehow, we who once were one now walk alone. I am left to live in the pastel shadows of our shared vividness.

S. Lee (2004)

:mn: FANTASTIC!!!!!
You are fantastic writer and vocalist too!!!
Keep up the GREAT work :mn:

Are you singing in " Mesme Rized " song?!
It's fantastic!!!!

Enagothic,
Thank you for the compliments. Hopefully, I will have time to share some more poems and short stories soon!
Best wishes,
S. lee