undestiny

In winds that whistle
through life divine
where that I be here
when the winds shine
but all that is left
when I arrive
is the sullen moonlight -
much to my delight.
In past times I've stumbled
and cursed the darkness
in which I've tumbled.
But now I see
with aided sight
just where I belong in the
sullen moonlight.
No sooner than it occurred to me
that daylight was not destiny
and that bright stars shine
not for me,
that tunnel light
was futility.
So one can walk
down sullen corridors
without hesitation
and without scars.
So there I will
plainly be;
A child of undestiny;
to ruminate forever
of things I have not lost,
and gloat in happiness,
of sweet moonlight frost.
A subtle sign of magic,
a subtle sign of lost,
and here I remain,
the child of undestiny.

From the Valley She Shines

Her heart fluttering and mind whirling, she clutches the pillow next to her, her only grasp on reality in the fuzzy moment when one realizes that she's not asleep but still caught in the symbols and mysticism of the lingering dream. And slowly the cues of reality sink in: I'm in bed. I'm in bed and it was only a dream. I am waking up. But when do I awaken? That last line is shrugged off with a shake of the head, as if to remove the remaints of a thought, discarded among the twisted sheets. And slowly the muscles move, wiping away tears, wrestling with uncooperative blankets and a strange feeling that the dream meant something.

Alas, in the waking moments the dream slips away, hiding in the vast spaces between neurons, forgotton until another day, another dream, and the waking days take over the subconcious.

Hehe.

This reminds me of someone.