Poem #27 In Between Times
In Between Times
Running, running, running
Through the everlasting tunnel.
Running, running, running
Through the everlasting tunnel.
Darkness all around and around
In and through and all surround.
Enveloping and shrouding,
Encompassing and clouding.
Running, running, running
Through the everlasting tunnel.
Sunlight piercing all whiteness.
One light all over in its brightness.
Running, running, running
Through the everlasting tunnel.
Running, running, running
Through the everlasting tunnel.
Stumble and atumble and crumble
Bumble and arumble and fumble.
Disturbing and distorting,
Perturbing and contorting,
Running, running, running
Through the everlasting tunnel.
Tonight will be gone and then rightness.
Heaviness gone and then lightness.
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Copyright 2007 Trevor W. Hampel.
Poem #26 Raindrops in your heart
Raindrops in Your Heart
You reach out your hand
To grasp at what you call love,
To have that which your tormented heart
Has longed for through many sleepless nights.
You wander down the avenue
Of wind strewn golden leaves,
And brace yourself against the bitter wind
Of mid-winter with a heavy heart of ice.
The lonely bird in the tree above
Is your only companion; he, like you,
Is in need of companionship, in need
Of a friend to share the warmth of love.
Memories there are – but they only taunt
The emptiness that weighs you down
And stir the longing for a hand to hold,
For lips to kiss, for arms to be embraced.
You must wander on through restless days
And toss through tiring nights,
Until she returns – or live through a life
Of endless misery and dejection.
And even the bird flies away – wait!
A solitary ray of sunlight, a heart-leap of hope –
But no – just fleeting hopes – for the rain returns
And trickles down your crying face.
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Copyright 2007 Trevor W. Hampel.
Poem #25 Morning Mist
Morning Mist
Mist in the morning,
Mist in the valley,
Flowing silently
Over mountain ridges
Down into valleys.
Hovering, dampening,
Evil and close.
Sunlight
Weak and cold,
Meekly trying
To brighten the day.
No bird sings.
No creature stirs.
All is silent
Cold and damp.
I shiver
And sullenly tramp
On through the wet grass,
Down through the gloom
Of the valley ahead.
A lone magpie
Bravely carols a greeting
And I courageously
Shout in reply
But my words
Only echo
Mockingly
As a flurry of feathers
Tell of my departing friend.
But the spell has been broken.
The mist
Like a stealthy ghost
Slips silently away,
Quickly enveloped
By the strengthening glow
Of the new day’s sun.
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Copyright 2007 Trevor W. Hampel