Another Unusual Sonnet for the Date –>

In my short lived body-life I have wandered this world;

my flesh is still supple, my eyes still have sight,

my feet carry me swiftly, through Darkness and Light.

In my mind is the difference, tiny and curled,

hiding from those who would steal it from flight.

But it holds one more struggle, still yet one fight;

to prevent the Touch of it, lest it unfurl.

 

Constant is the struggle to whose side I should grind

pulling on tendons and snapping the bone

all to pick a side on which I am alone.

I choose my wanderlust and slink away to find

A quiet place- but now my peace has been turned to stone!

The silence is filled with shrieks and moans

as the Dark and Light begin to combine.

 

A curious sight I beheld in them together;

one I cannot recreate in picture or sound.

And something went with me, something I found

Much later, when dark was the calmed, billowed weather.

Looking out my window I saw it bound.

Then it burst forth and flew round and round

slowing only to dare me, to move me to sever.

 

Never had my eyes beheld that pure, unfettered grace

-It was the wonder of stars!- thoughts I can no longer link.

My eyes were wide, my heart stilled, I dared not to blink.

All I knew of life and of love was held in that place

As my mind tumbled through, lost over the brink

where the edges of reality meet, I could suddenly think,

and then came the shift in the foundation’s base.

 

All the bright smiles that had made me blind

dissipated into a fouler, darker one

where there was life, blackened tendrils sprung

and the full-to-burst feeling was left behind.

Now the pure was replaced by the phantom

a whispering of the coolest to-be-paid sum

whilst I crawled on the ground, trying to hide.

 

But you cannot hide from something that knows all.

You cannot hide from that which knows you,

and everything you’ve done, through and through.

You cannot ignore the grasping call

screaming for one and one alone

regardless of the crumbling stone

beneath your shaking fingers and racking fall.

 

So I awoke the next second to find myself in bed.

No Light, no Dark; just me and my thoughts.

My hair splayed out in a circle, the cat under the cot.

I tried to replay the journey I had made in my head

but memory versus interpretation is a losing battle fought

only by those who need to know something they ought

not to. So I stayed where I was until the day was spent.

 

Since that strange moment, my life is not the same.

I can feel my blood pulse now, and see other’s hearts.

I see through their minds; thoughts are items in a cart.

My eyes don’t work right, nor does my brain.

My tongue’s taste range is now reserved for the tart

And my speech seems not to end o

r ever to start

And I doubt I will ever sleep right again.

 

What do I do with this experience so great-

that I can now never see my world the same?

Is this merely this creature’s fate

to ne’er again be sane?

My life, my love, and every joy

I have taken delight,

that is, until  I became witness to

Darkness evolving Light.