Deafening Silence

Another stroll down a cobblestone alley…

Impressions of nostalgia pulse through my veins

Heavier are the sensations of familiar desolation

Brick walls accompany me on both sides

Tranquility and Loneliness bombard me with idle bickering

Audible voices have yet spoken…

Thoughts, however, echo along the stone corridor

Muses dwindle in number

Once, bumbling swarms of tales-to-be-told resided in my mind

Few left behind

Each with sorrowful intentions to vacate

Motivations flee…

Crushing weights anchor my feet

Before me stands a foreboding blank space

Has vision betrayed me?

Within my mind lies a dreadful fear…

One which has targeted my waning confidence

Whispering its malevolent tone

“Perhaps ’tis not your vision… but your imagination…”

 

~Laura Heine Keasey

Rendezvous with the Sunrise

Frail beams lightly penetrate the relentless dark

Silence…

Night howlers and crooners alike have ceased their song

Each morn’ beckons a moment of silence for seemingly endless minutes

Wait befalls me as I fondle dew-ridden grass

Anxiety swells as I perch idly by for a sign of my beloved

Silence…

Chill wanes with each prominent tick of the second hand

Tame currents greet me with tender shoves

Amidst the tranquility comes a crescendo of ambiance

Our sonata begins…

His flickering radiance begins its scarlet ascend

Each foothold deposits a residue of rosy hues

He illustrates his intangible adoration across the once-somber sky

Rays from his gleam embrace my lips

Heat from his brilliance caress my longing heart

All fears escape me as I gaze at his affectionate display

Yet it shall not be forever… dusk shall inevitably take him away

However cruel nightfall might be, Fortune has blessed our love

For every dawn announces a passionate affair

 

~Laura Heine Keasey

Lost Remains

Nocturnal aura swirl around my lifeless body

Under a blanket of embroidered stars I weep invisible tears

Subtle nudges from the tender breeze soothe me little

Three days have lingered past since my last breath… 

Above hovers my only companions: a carousel of scavengers

Whence did I come to lay in this secluded field?

Flora have scattered amidst the parallel landscape

Yet there is no cry or utterance of any nearby creature…

Fate has cruelly isolated my soul to wither 

Longing for a sound as deafening as a screech or as comforting as a whisper…

 

~Laura Heine Keasey

Non-existent Musical Inspirations

Cold air seeps through each crevice

Grumbling walls and ceilings surround me

Whips of chill tingle down my spine

Dismal echoes of a ballad flee

Melodies escape my thoughts

My mind is arid and frigid

Sitting, I await an aria to arouse my twitching hand

Music… seemingly escapes my grasp

Perhaps tomorrow I will discover a song

…Or I might be wrong

 

~Laura Heine Keasey