Psyche a winter solstice

The path from whence we came, torn and tearful
no light shining on those faulting footsteps
all is undecided in the head
internal thoughts turn to a maze of standing stones
where each, a circle of the book of life, looses its chapter.
Then passages fold from the page that renders into two

The story,  a personal narrative becomes ended
preempted by the rush of a tortured body clock
replaced by a void and shattered inner kaleidoscope
that is all but lost  in the solstice we find.
A new fear grips each pathway
as the feet fled along narrow ledges
to walk towards a semblance of sanity

Perception, the crash that once was clear became a twisted mask 
and out of the wreckage stepped the newborn, a Phoenix of the soul
a survivor, a kindred spirit to the warriors of the wastelands
who see beyond youth and past the sunsets and  the day break
to behold the secrets of the universe in the pieces of a broken persona

reflected in life's jigsaw puzzles
pieced together or scattered on the winds
then only to look skyward to seek some distant truth
the sun stalls in the heavens and our destiny begins again
to  walk barefoot on that road of broken frosts
as Summer turns to Winter seeking its solace
we are denied and tied together in prescript paper
a depressive case now that that winter has begun
And into the shards of coloured mirrored glass
We are broken.

 

Sandra Banawich

Gone
rain drops on eyelashes
crystal slices of hate
scaulding the icy waste
of emotion's flight

breathless cliffs of grief
alone and sorrowful
a dagger of selfish
pitying glee

why did you leave me?

soft smile in wonderment
adorning the beauty of your caress
gone those restful days of love
treasured gems of the heart

how could you leave me?

wanting, comfort in your eyes
cosying by the fireside the twilight home
bairn and lovers entwined
empty the hearth where you once lay

why did you abandon me?

crying tears of regret
harsh the bitter tongue
that once kissed your brow
tasted that candied smile

where have you gone?

eyes that danced now vacant
in your winter bed
the voice that laughed now still
youthful strength withered away
a shadow of who you used to be

where have you gone?

 

Sandra Banawich