Monday, August 17, 2009

Darkened Void

Through the desolate wasteland of my mind I ponder,
Days spent traveling meadows of painted colors,
Hours spent in the sweet fragrance of love's embrace,
Increasing days yield the horror of shifting memories.

Doubts arise from deep within my hopeless abyss,
These wretched circumstances have left me raw,
From my isolation I peer into a distance time,
Wondering if my love has released her grasp on hope.

Tears of wanting mercy streak my heavy soul,
Overwhelming dreadful silence my only companion,
Challenging my every thought and questioning my reason,
The shifting of time through cold fingers of regret.

My heart breaks with a sound of unequalled thunder,
Reminiscence if the mighty ship which abandoned me here,
Pieces of mortal man's great achievement scattered like broken dreams,
Skeletal remains to remind me of my unending plight.

Humbled and broken I cry out to deaf ears,
Prostrate I fall without an ounce of resolve,
I fear my darkening heart is winning this battle,
Like a tattered sail, my hope wanes, covered in desperation.

For you see, the horizon holds my love, my all, my salvation.


Angel C. said...

They keep getting better! I love it! Keep it up, babe!

Michelle Johnson said...

Hey Scott good to see you're still writing. I love that picture too. Your writing reminds me of a quarrel with a loved one who isn't quite ready to talk things over. Their relationship is shifting into uncharted waters, of sorts. Powerful. Have a great day.

JAN said...

Love it! Tragic, powerful and very endearing. Lovely piece of writing, Scott.

You have a true sailor's spirit, don't it? :) You should write more often!

Lela Blonde said...

Well covered music, writing and image. Perfectly relaxing and complete! Thank You...Wondering about the inspiration...what comes first images, prose, or music...humm...

ghost said...

lovely ~*~

Scott Clawson said...

Thank you everyone for your kind comments!
To answer your question Lela, it generally starts as a "feeling" and sometimes when I get lucky, the right song comes on and this helps spur the prose. Afterwards I try an image that may encapsulate what I was trying to portray. Then again, sometimes thats not how it goes at all! :0)