poetry from the gutter

ahm. just another poem, I guess. Falling can do so many nasty things to you. and suddenly the mind becomes a spawning pool for metaphors, AS if everything that happens in the universe is just part of that little event in your heart. or whatever it is... don't be harsh! amateur here. and oh oh oh ,,, wait, try to use your minds eye with a tad bit more effort.... like, the whole picture, like all the senses... sound, sight, etc...

'stella maris'

When I am swimming in melancholia,
And the mighty sky is engulfed in darkness,
All I see is vast expanse of obscurity,
the silent ocean right beneath it.

At that moment before dawn,
when the stars are no more,
and the sun's staggering beneath the horizon,
The sky is just a vast sheet of sable.

The silence bears me down, smothers me,
The chilling air stabs me like poisoned daggers,
my feet give way, my knees bend,
my eyes cast to the firmament,

I cry one tear and pray for salvation,
I groan for a a snapshot of cheer,
But silent heaven did not answer,
And mighty sea did not budge,

Then, I looked a little closer and there you were,
The clouds reveal you, in your majesty,
A bright star beneath the merciless sky,
Defying everything in its presence,

Though it did not illuminate the entire sky,
It cast light upon my darkened soul,
Glowing like fireflies in a frenzy,
So bright i could see light beneath my eyes!

And though it did not make any sound,
Midst the silence of that moment,
It played the music of angels in my heart,
So beautiful i noticed not my tears,

So beautiful I noticed not,

My tears...

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it actually makes me sad now. see, how things like these are like an hourglass - sand flows, right? HOWEVER, if you tip it, you'll discover that the other hand has a big hole in it... and it might eventually drain out the sand (of your feelings) and someone needs to tip it again, terribly. If this one slips away again, I might turn to my old self, for those who know my old self... yeah, I know... IT's not good..