Emblem

Shadowy prints
Echoes of words spoken
once real- but
No more.

A memory of
glances once thrown
meant to be in passing, but
caught within the webs of eternity.

You wondered-
what would remain after the
breaking of a new day- Silence
shouted back with a
deafening roar.

Clarity came-
to steal the stillness of
the forthcoming night.

The dice were rolled, and
Calm set in- yet all the while
Chaos has been slowly rising from
the womb of the labyrinth.

Eternal rhymes found home
along cycles of infinity.
And the emblem became
Stillness.

©2011leofinajanegalleta

Translucent Shores

Along the empty harbor,
Breakwater’s lonesome shores
You seek for sign of freedom;
Sweet sacrifices, lost.

Within the sheltered meadows
You hope to find the cure
The healing touch of pleasures
To fill a barren soul.

In this asylum of wishes,
The past, frozen in frames
Lined on dimly lit corners
With faded prints to grace.

Canvasses on limestone walls
Adorned your austere world
Timeless tales hidden, untold
Missing parts of the whole.

Dreams faded with the sunset
Like lost, redeemer’s hope;
The sinking helm of reasons
Spoken through a song.

You lived to change the seasons,
Drifting within your world
As you pursue life’s signet
Along translucent shores.

©leofinajanegalleta

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Escape

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Specks of hues and colors
Laces of dreams untold
Hinges of fading moments
To mark the season’s end.

Along with passing twilight
A dash of praise to faith
Wishing for heaven’s kisses
Sign of soul’s resting place.

The sky vow down to witness
A whispered vow; a spiel
The epitaph of sunshine
Precious life’s torn pages.

Away from spurious kingdom
A vantage sight, at last
Home of undaunted freedom
Escape of weary minds.

Yes, you conquered the mazes
Even with weakened steps
As painful drips keep falling,
The hourglass’ last breath.

©2008leofinajanegalleta

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