Black Roses

Black roses on my doorstep found I

As I was looking up at a coal grey sky

Darkened clouds crowded me.

sending shivers of anticipation up my spine

Looking down I saw the flowers, the moment

of truth had truly come

One day I will understand why it happened,

but until then I will wear a black rose on

my coat lapel proudly.

 

Unending the Unendable

Shall I compare thee to a moonlit night

Thou art more forbidding and more unsilent

A gentle breeze doth whisk the dead leaves of Earth

And Autumn's veil hath fallen upon the land

Something of thy darkness always remains

And is oftern present even at thy season's end

And is always glaring, baring down upon us

By the deperateness of your vacant stare

But thy is to be ever present, even at season's end

Nor will thy lose thy desperate stare, glare

Nor shall thy ever end ;

So long as thy fallen leaves are blown up into the sky

So long will thy season never die.

Theater of the Night

The curtain of the darkness is preparing to fall, the players are on the stage

A full moon has risen into the sky, shedding it's ghostly light upon the stage

The players begin to move, in their nightly dance, each drifting across the stage like a spector of midnights past

Moving to anf fro, fro and to, in and out of the shadows

Each speaking their lines from some long forgotten script

The curtain is to rise, the lights flash on overhead

The players begin to fade, the play of day is about to begin.

Arcadia

Empirous land, across the sea

Land of our fore fathers

Where can you be

Arcadia, where are you now

Where has history taken you

Is it far beneath the seas

Or is it into the heavens

Do you still exist

Or are you just a vague memory

What lies ahead of us

For surely you lie behind

You are our history

But we are the makers of the future.

From the Heart

Fireflies in the midnight sky, open hearts that never lie

Swords aflame in the glitter of the moonlight, Chronicles of love almost in sight

Souls of pure pristine beauty, star of white light in the night

Hearts entangled in an intricate web, love most pure sure to be had.

The Irish Man

He stands there on a grassy knoll

The wind swaying the reads at his feet

Staring into the distance with a purpose yet unseen

Why are the grasses green

What is it he sees

He is the only one who knows exactly what

But, why is it he continues to look upon the land

The answer lies with him

The answer lies within his soul

The soul of a morning breeze

A picture of a land

But, who is he who looks upon it

He is the Irish man.

Empire of the Night

Oh glorious winter, oh glorious night

I am underneath you eyes

Your eyes of staring fright

Late in the earl of nigth

You stare at me with an accusationof most unkept fright

In you cold dark reaches

I can feel you there

Feel the frigidness of your stare

Was it not long ago, that someone once said

" It is colder than cold in the lands of the dead."

OOC: All Poems within this Page are Copyright to Brian-Joseph Baker