Dust and Dreams-A Journey
Moments (Wisdom)
Moments
Days of rain are longer still,
'Tis but a fragment of lies, hurt,
Lest to be forgot upon airy night's arrival,
Imprisonment of thy mind instilled,
Foes, be merely thy friends,
Held close, in foolish,
Theatrical embrace,
But hearts to fall,
Like bitters upon the snow,
Dark sun of pain,
Begone, begone,
For your rays of doom,
Pierce slowly, to leave me,
Breathless with forgotten dream,
Awaiting the last forsaken,
Moment of tortured chance,
As false smiles waver,
On thy unsteady, shaking legs,
Those vile vices of adulthood,
Work not but for my own broken heart,
Childish fragility mocks not,
Thy children of dismal sea,
Cursed to lose they way, evermore,
Merely floating upon lost Northern wind,
Awaiting the last forsaken,
Moment of tortured chance.
2002
Cristine M. DiMario
Falling Sky
Falling sky, to thee I cry,
Show thou mercy, mercy, mercy,
Falling sky, soon shall I die,
From cold grave shall I curse thee,
Falling sky, apocalypse is neigh,
To deform demented mind,
Falling sky, thy stone spoke of fear,
Your core rotten, like rancid rhyme,
Falling sky, hence sinners cry,
To thy airy, indifferent way,
Falling sky, rain and fire,
Lest not split soul fade to gray.
2002
Cristine M. DiMario
Days of rain are longer still,
'Tis but a fragment of lies, hurt,
Lest to be forgot upon airy night's arrival,
Imprisonment of thy mind instilled,
Foes, be merely thy friends,
Held close, in foolish,
Theatrical embrace,
But hearts to fall,
Like bitters upon the snow,
Dark sun of pain,
Begone, begone,
For your rays of doom,
Pierce slowly, to leave me,
Breathless with forgotten dream,
Awaiting the last forsaken,
Moment of tortured chance,
As false smiles waver,
On thy unsteady, shaking legs,
Those vile vices of adulthood,
Work not but for my own broken heart,
Childish fragility mocks not,
Thy children of dismal sea,
Cursed to lose they way, evermore,
Merely floating upon lost Northern wind,
Awaiting the last forsaken,
Moment of tortured chance.
2002
Cristine M. DiMario
Falling Sky
Falling sky, to thee I cry,
Show thou mercy, mercy, mercy,
Falling sky, soon shall I die,
From cold grave shall I curse thee,
Falling sky, apocalypse is neigh,
To deform demented mind,
Falling sky, thy stone spoke of fear,
Your core rotten, like rancid rhyme,
Falling sky, hence sinners cry,
To thy airy, indifferent way,
Falling sky, rain and fire,
Lest not split soul fade to gray.
2002
Cristine M. DiMario
