My Hallowed Space

I always rise and fall, fall, and rise again

everyday, a new chance for either.

I promised myself to never let go

close, or distant daydreams.

No matter how, I try to reach them.

Sometimes you go through moments of madness.

There are days when autumn tears

roll down and disappear in the colorful leaves.

Other days, I look up, and paint the sky

with shining stardust of hopes.

Time came to forgive myself

and forget the past – walking through

empty forests like a clandestine.

Yet I’m an endless sea lover

gaze lost in the horizon,

lost at sea or lost in my thoughts.

I admire the blood moon’s shadow.

Redish color I remember now

all the blood down my veins,

the infinite sadness I once felt

now gone with the silence at sunset,

blown away by the wind to the limitless universe.

I kissed my demons in the past

and danced with the ghosts of graves.

They looked at me with their lying eyes.

I tasted heaven and hell, the coldness

and the warmth of them all.

I walked on the scorched earth,

barely breathing but enjoying the pain.

I could feel – at last

Letters and leaves, both fall easily

writing down my heart, inking in blank pages

what I felt and feel, and leaves to ornate.

I’ve always been a rogue, or maybe not,

chasing rain shadows when I was a kid.

Now I dance under the heavy rain

to satisfy this constant craving for life.

At night I wrote – or still write sometimes -

an ode to goodbyes, poems to the death.

I’ve never liked them, goodbyes or adieus

They trap me in endless cascades of pain,

midnights cryies, and melancholy overwhelming.

Don’t ask me why, I’ve no answers.

Maybe I adore life too much for it.

So I let a smile dress up my face.

I wipe away those tears, thicker than blood,

put candles around, and let them lull me.

The flickers and flames warm

my body and soul

and I let time warp, for hours breathing again,

living, adoring the Gods of life

in my own hallowed space.