i call this mine
poems by brett copyright @1996 & 1997
lonely moon
Left in the solitude of my own world
I am locked in, left peering out through the glare of my window
I see you lonely moon in all your vastness
I feel your dim light shine down upon me
I hear you call me out under your infinite blackness
O Many a night I have seen you moon
and have wanted to be one with you
You taunt my soul to be be released under your stars
Yet I knowing I never can
Oh lonely moon why do you shine?
To light my way through the darkness?
To watch the earth as the sun rests?
But moon oh lonely moon
This night won't you be my companion
and light my way through this dark night? Silent Accord
Found in the soul of your glaring eyes
cuts like a razor through the uneasy silence
I hear all that you have wanted to say
that has been left unspoken
and it is in these words unsaid
where all unknowing is resolved
by all understanding
Through a Crowded Room
My wandering eyes land upon yours
in this crowded place
In your eyes a tunnel to the soul is revealed
as all purity and need is shown forth
obvious emotions noted by timeless glances
then turning away as to avoid the standing issue
thus useless conversation translated into swirling doubts
that are only erased at each look of your reassuring eyes
yet there is no distinction between hello and goodbye
and my heart aches as the question is asked
Will I ever see you again?
Temptation
Fear not you speak
Yet I cannot look you in the eyes
Captured by your eternal glaze
Forever sealed unto my soul
I fear giving unto you
and your misleading eyes
but I will not go
and leave my foolishness unproven
all is set aside for you
only you continue insisting
that I do not exist escape
the screaming subsides in the echo chamber of your mind
these troubles never seem to leave you far behind
out of the shadows, arises the sweet compassion of music
and you seek the sounds
and not because you want to
but because you have to
get away leave it all far behind
lose your soul; sweet spirit fade away
but do not leave it to wander far
see the screaming dies down in your mind
but remember reality isn't far behind 11/13
lying here my only ring scratches against the bed post
tears dry my eyes
if you decided to open the door now
i would see the light
becuase there is nothing but darness in here
and what grows here
apathy maybe
pity maybe
or is it that i just never left the door unlocked
last time i was here: night of 11/13