In the Dark of Night

In darker moments It is hard to see Beyond the shadows Which fill the room Crawling out From every corner From beneath the furniture Falling from the ceiling and pouring out over the carved wooden molding that lines the walls Fear is born of uncertainty Of what we cannot see Far more than what we … Continue reading In the Dark of Night →

Home

Note: This piece was written in collaboration with Blackbird, of the blog Wandering Thoughts. Blackbird: What makes a house a home? Surely it’s not a manicured front lawn Or a grand foyer with antique lighting Maybe it could be, but not without Paint chipping off the front porch The marks on the walls and floors … Continue reading Home →

Water and Stone

Water and stone Skin and bone Life and death Together or alone Even as cold wind blows above fields freshly coated in a light dusting of white snow The smell of spring is already being prepared in the soil below Even as the sun shines down above blistering blacktop coated in fresh lines of white … Continue reading Water and Stone →

This Storm

This storm Has raged for so long Beating down on the worn and weary roof Uprooting trees and power lines Leaving only ruin in its wake And you have held strong Throughout the deluge But to give in Is not always to give up Now I do believe It is time To pry the boards … Continue reading This Storm →

Days Like These

This piece is a collaboration with the ever-elusive Blackbird of the blog Wandering Thoughts. Text on the left (prompt) was written by Blackbird, while the text on the right (response) was written by Auroraboros. Enjoy! Days like these We realize just how quickly Not only the days pass, But the months and years as well. … Continue reading Days Like These →

My Love Belongs to You

Oh, You beautiful beam of light How have you not come to understand by now That you are precious and loved That you are a direct line straight from the source Into this world of darkness To bring illumination on all that shimmers in your glow How it brings pain to hear you say That … Continue reading My Love Belongs to You →

The Turning of the Page

Someone turned the page The lines here aren't the same Landscape re-arranged But the story has not changed.

At the End of a Long Day

At the end of a long day Sometimes These words And the people that they reach - Muffled whispers Drawn to attentive ears - Are all that we have /Forming/ In lines and hidden passages Perceptible only to those who are open To the truth That lies in the spaces between Like fine threads Strings … Continue reading At the End of a Long Day →

Until the Bell, Divided, Rings

The more tight our grasp On what we love The shorter now it seems to last We shall forget these things Until the bell, divided, rings And in its hollow sound The lines and words which we had prior found Now to which we're bound will sing Until this day arrives The voices we did … Continue reading Until the Bell, Divided, Rings →

Dream Ourselves Awake

Am I alive and well? Some days I cannot tell. I walk, I talk, I breathe But am I really me? What does it mean to "be"? Is it only what you see? Or is there something missing In these lines, In shapes and shades and days, Too long at times, Too dense to be … Continue reading Dream Ourselves Awake →