Tuesday, December 17, 2019

As I Consider

by Steve King
All Rights Reserved

As I consider how I’ve sought for love
And found it so, only to seek again,
There comes that moment to deny all sense
When emptiness descends upon the heart
With doubt my spirit never would intend.

No peace may gather then, although one waits
For any hint of surety to rise,
And, caught upon the tides that gather life,
Those memories which pass for life revive.
And every station that my heart has known
Returns to claim a moment as before.

Though forfeit now, their beat is ever clear
To tell how dreams shall never sing as true,
How every hope that stalks the bright Abyss
Unearths old endgames posed once more as new,
And how old love forever shall conspire
To scatter embers out from phantom fire.

Tuesday, February 5, 2019


© 2019 Steve King
All rights reserved

So now I am that widow guy,
pressed in these thoughts like widow’s weeds,
come near to end of time, it seems;
so near to end of days, must seem to all.

There are yet days.
Time is not stilled,
nor are the dreams undone,
to hang like heavy husks
across the fallen backdrop
of an endless, empty night,
a million miles to see.

And memory,
a pretty picture now,
but strange, imperfect, an unfinished thought,
where every echo plays
without its grounding harmony,
songs of siren sorcery,
promise unfulfilled,
and choruses of silence
that linger, stranger still.

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