The Dark Road

Standing on the edge of town
Pausing underneath the last glow of light
Looking down the road
That fades into impenetrable darkness.

The choice has always been mine to make
To stay within the light or travel forth
Into the dark forest with only my faith
And a dim small light to show each single step.

I am so tired and the distance so far
Yet I cannot wait for help to come
And the comfort of the streetlight
Is merely an illusion that brings no warmth.

But the choice has always been mine to make.
As I look at the crumbling road before me
That disappears into the night
Winding through an unknown wood.

To many, their roads are full of light
And hearty companions share the way
But I must not yearn for what is not mine
And accept the path that was meant for me.

I know not where the road will take me
Or how the journey will finely end.
But this is the road I have been given
And the choice is mine to go or stay

As I leave the circle of the light I know
To step into the endless night.
For greater than my fear in the lonely dark road
Is my trust in God to lead me true.

Rebecca 06/23/07

Waiting for Love

A title wave,
With all the depths behind it,
Balancing on the edge of hope,
Waiting to sweep across all that is,
And change the world forever.

A glacier mountain,
Frozen on the edge of eternity,
Tiny fissures racing through the mass,
Desperately holding on for the moment
When the time to fall is right.

Molten magma,
Boiling beneath the earth,
Raging and pushing to be released.
Waiting for that final explosion,
When the earth meets the sky
And fireworks fill the air.
Burning and consuming
Everything in its path.

The calm before the storm.
When even the air is afraid to breathe.
Poised on the brink
Where power sizzles,
A promise of what is to come.

Rebecca

Another Italian Sonnet

When Hearts Die

Can someone tell me why the heart keeps beat?
When nothing’s left but shattered broken parts
Like some romantic tale told in the arts,
But pain from empty years leaves no retreat,
And breathing through the tears becomes a feat.
How could we know the treasure that was heart’s
Would find its death caused by rejected darts.
A bitter end for love to finally meet.

And yet it’s measured beat the heart does keep
And lungs continue to fill up with air
Each dawn again we rise to face the day
The world around us caught up in its care
Unable to discern the souls that weep
Unknowing of the lives that lose the way.

Isabella Poliziana 06/02/07

Period Italian Sonnet

Roses of War

In line I stand upon a windless hill,
More silent than the grave I watch and wait.
Unknowing soldiers march to take the bait.
My arrow nocked with bow drawn back until
Then comes the signal high and loud and shrill!
My arrow flies to meet it’s destined fate,
The soldiers turn to flee but much too late;
The rain of arrows cease when all is still.

I see the bodies lying down below.
The smell of blood and carnage fills my nose,
And I accept my part in what’s to be.
For victory only holds a single rose,
And face the truth my heart would have me know.
The enemy I killed this day is me.

Isabella Poliziana (05/31/07)