STILLE RUNAWAY

Time

[Written by Elf – 28 March 2009]

time flows like a river
seasons change
as the neverending relay continues
between seconds and minutes and hours
and tomorrow becomes yesterday
far too soon

the time for life is now
even though we’re blind-folded
ignorant of what awaits around the next turn
maybe the best is yet to come
what if we close our eyes and walk
and dare to live just this once

don’t let the seasons catch you off-guard
never lose your game
take of the blind-fold
for time flows like a river
step into the water
and allow yourself to feel

Memories

[Written by Elf – 27 March 2009]

M emories of you
E ase the pain inside
M akes me smile with tears in my eyes
O r becomes the fortress in which I hide
R emembering every dimension of you
I n my heart you will always be near
E mpty now the space beside me
S ecluded – I’ll always love you my dear

Whispers in the Dark

It’s late at night.

I find myself standing on the porch of the old wooden cottage hidden deep in the woods at this nocturnal hour. The silence is deafening. I hold my breath as I tip-toe my way to the bench and take a comfortable front row seat in anticipation of the symphony of the night ..

The trees etched in silhouette black, the top of their leaves glistening in the silver moonlight which softly rub against one another as if in a gentle applause of which is to follow. My eyes are used to the darkness by now. I can see the white mushrooms holding hands around the stem of the tree directly in front of the cottage , as if they were protecting its roots.

I clearly hear the liquid melody of the nearby stream flowing a few meters away from where I am sitting. The nightlife in the forest .. frogs making their croaking sounds. Insects and little animals each doing their thing.

The ravens are here, I don’t even have to look up. I can hear them shuffle above my head, as if they were competing for golden circle seats. I just smile by myself. They will never change. I’ll never change. One of them decides to descend and sits on the rail of the porch in front of me .. its’ feathers has a blue-black velvet appearance in the shadows.

I put my feet on the bench and fold my arms around my legs which I have pulled closer, my chin resting on my knees. The raven is as aware of my presence as I am of him. Neither one of us is moving.

We just sit their. We breathe together. We share a moment.

The stars in the heavens above aren’t visible. They are hidden behind the roof of leaves above us. As we are hidden from them below. We aren’t able to see any shooting stars .. or wish upon them. We hide from our dreams .. for wishes unspoken can’t lead to shattered dreams.

I am lost in thought. I hear the symphony of the night without really listening or paying attention. Until the corner of my eye catches a movement and I, without turning my head, become aware of a long approaching shadow.

It stops when it reaches the bottom of the steps. The raven is uneasy, although it doesn’t leave my side. The cloaked shadow raises its’ hand and slowly but clearly knocks three times against the wooden pillar. I am not frightened. I stand up and slowly walk in that direction. The shadow approaches. Its’ footsteps heavy on the wooden floor. The raven as witness.

We meet each other half way. Silence. Yet, our dark eyes hold hands and exchange unspoken chapters within seconds. The contours of my face are hidden in the shadows. I see him slowly lifting his left hand towards my face. Then he gently wipes his strong hand against my face below my eye …

I feel safe in the presence of this phantom figure. I take a deep breath and I begin to ask ‘But how ..” .. then the cloaked shadow puts its’ finger against my lips .. silences me .. ‘Hush now ..‘ .. I protest with a ‘But ..’ ..

‘Ssshhh be quiet child. Even though you were smiling I sensed your tears, I tasted your grief. I am the darkness and I am here to comfort you and protect you … I know how heavy that brave smile weighs that you wear every day …’

‘But ..”

‘Quiet. I know. Why do you think I wiped your eyes? Sometimes … sometimes it hurts so much … even our masks bleed.’

After that day .. the raven never left my side and my shadow … always wore the shape of a hooded cloak.

We just stood there for a while .. the symphony of the night ending in a crescendo of silence. The Darkness has come for me .. and I now realise that I need it for my light to shine.

When Memory Calls

“We don’t have an eternity to realize our dreams, only the time we are here.”

[Written by Elf – 19 March 2009]

elevated into the depths of remembrance
i find myself behind bars
caged in by the thought of you

my memories of you
scattered like scrabble pieces on the floor
trying to make sense of the spaces in between

time becomes my new currency
as it slow dances with my soul
‘going forward in reverse’

my metronome
swaying back and forth
between my memories and my dreams

‘moments lost though time remains’
‘no more tears’
until – memory calls ..

Little Star

[Written by Elf – 19 March 2009]

Little star shining bright
Against the soft black velvet sky
Little star bringing light
Lifting my dark soul up high

Little star catch my tears
They fall like rain from your skies
Little star drown my fears
Before my dark soul dies