I close my eyes and at once its mute echo chimes
I listen and interpret the lush lilting lyricism
Of nature's sultry emerald chanteuse
As the chorus of everyday cacophony subsides a subtler sonnet is crafted
And upon the lyre of thoughtful psyche a cord profound is struck
I open my heart to the wordless whisper of Creation's vital hymn
I fete my soul and intuit the soft sensual throb of infinity's passionate pulse
I clear my mind of mundane traffic
To yield a higher concentration expansion
That the exquisite rhapsody of hush may be relished without clutter's jam
I close my eyes and its womb of calm envelops me
Content I reside at the aphonic court of its vast placid empire
The eloquent serenade of its sublime soundless concert
Steeps me in its solace
The still deep music of silence the sweet unbroken score
Of Pax's savored measure

Stuck, still, traffic bound, sat
in silent solitude, surrounded by
my fellow man, each encased
in learnt response,
reacting to each small inflection,
never more than their reflection.

a woman walks, smile arresting,
her soul is etched, by need and hate,
contoured to her given face,
her eyes cast back, my own construction,
sat here, bound, a tired agent,
dreaming of emancipation.

the light, it changes,
breaking state, a reflection of
my inner scape. The journey
drives us past our haste,
an automaton craving grace.

Falling softly through the sky
as clouds and tears and lives drift by
all that was and all that is
and all that's mine and all that's his

but I'd still choose you
even when you don't choose me
even though I know
that we can't be

I thought my eyes could make you see.

Sailing deep beneath the waves
the light twists outwards and concave
a clear reflection and a stain
of all my love and all my pain

but I'd still choose you
even when you don't choose me
even though I know that we

that we can't be

I thought my eyes would make you see.

I see your pain
and it is beautiful
it's in the things you do
everything you say
the lines on your face
the things you know time just can't erase
I love those lines

It's the way you watch me when I dance
everything you risk you take
making me another chance
the distance that you keep
how you look when you're asleep
and dreaming
and even if your mind is screaming
I can hear you
I can see you
And your sorrow it touches me

Your tears they try to hide
somewhere very deep inside
but every now and then one comes out just show me ...
even if your broken
my love to you it is unspoken

I will be the love that liberates you
to fly away
regardless...of my darling ... whatever
you try to say
I'm not begging you ...to let me stay
I'm just telling you that you're mine and I'm yours forever
always
and truly.

Cherie Nolan© June 2016

Tremendous afflictions await the unexpected.
As if ignorance was Olympic worthy.
Tears fall.
A sea of desperate pleas.
Evaporate.
Slowly exstinguishing the sun.
Deaths melody is on the wind.
A wake that consumes.
Dragging a deranged animal to the surface.
Clawing through flesh and steel alike.
For there is little difference.
Cast off.
The fear sets in.
Panic injected intravenously.
Rushing and beating with every tide.
A whirling.
Integrating.
Manifestation of self.
Lost.
And beyond.
Pitch..
Black.

It is the soul of the night that devours me. Hours spent in silence frightens, enlightens, and bores me. Nature spins in all her soft cool glory. Little pools of water lit by lamplights. Cold fences swing in and out in time to the shifting masses of shift workers. Trucks come and go at random intervals. I am tired, so deep in the fatigue that I require crippling amounts of caffeine. I am a stimulant fiend. Barely functioning as me, more like a specter of me. I watch the world from my comfy shack, letting it spin me back. Dipping in the solace of solitude, I search the universe for truth. Eyes cast everywhere, mind running wild, I ask the night for answers. Its silence says, find it yourself.

Fields of flowers.
Partitions in the mind.
A dew drop on a blade of grass.

My oh my,
how the world changes.

Thoughtful, quiet, clear
Provokes insight to oneself
Comforting to sense