Black Sun

Today is not a good day
One of those old school
un-medicated feeling fatal days
that give you the shakes
Sitting with Mr. Sun
Not helping
Started crying
Can’t say why
Tears just keep rolling down my face
No sleep for four days
Was dancing on white waves
One of those days
When you feel the ground
Crumble beneath your feet
It’s not in my best interest
To be alone today
How can I drive
With teardrop eyes?
Feels like I am falling
That dark pit I used to love
The Red River misses me
Everyone says I am so strong
today is not a good day
I hate to sob
I don’t want nightmares
when I sleep

BJH 04-15-2011 1:30pm

Dark Lord, Lady Light 02-06-1995

Trapped behind glass in a world of silence
A dreamer sits and watches the night
Remembering stories from a time once forgotten
About the dark lord who courts the lady of light
A far off glimmer appears in the gloom
Alas, she comes to dance to her doom
The white gowned angel and the dark demon night
Meet with a sweetness and mixing of light
Their dance as elegant as waltzes of old
Entrance the dreamer with a magickal hold
The courtship of ages comes to a close
As the lord hands the lady a single black rose
Suddenly the angel cries out in fright
And runs away from her dark demon night
She saw in his eyes her own tragic death
When night captures day and the sunlight is quenched
Alas the lord has lost his bride
She has gone to the light forever to hide
As the stars wink out one by one
the dreamer sighs with the coming of dawn

by BJH 02-06-1995
This poem was inspired by a beautiful winter sunset