Closure
January 28, 2009
Finally
A little closure.
I feel better,
Don’t you?
And while the heart is calm
The book hasn’t yet ended.
Pages are still being written
And there are many chapters
Still to come.
The search for closure
Isn’t so much a desire
To reach the end of the book,
But rather a need
To be at peace with the storyline,
And that I am.
~wbv
Empty Room
January 27, 2009
The walls don’t speak,
The windows sit still,
The floor doesn’t make music,
And the doors have little to do.
The room is empty.
The room is silent.
The room is waiting.
The sun shines in,
The clouds roll by,
The lock stays locked,
And the light stays off.
The room is empty.
The room is silent.
The room is waiting.
So unlock the lock,
And open the door,
Turn on the light,
And walk into the room,
While speaking your heart,
The song of sincerity,
The room is empty.
The room is silent.
The room is waiting
For you.
~wbv
The Pause
January 25, 2009
Before the pause,
There are words and meaning
After the pause,
The message begins
While made of empty silence,
The pause holds meaning
A new beginning
A rest before the rest
Call this nothing
Call that everthing
But it won’t change
The significance it holds
The pause is here to remind us
That silence is golden
And words lose
Valuable meaning without it
~wbv
The Last Thing
January 20, 2009
What was that?
The last thing you said?
Did you mean it?
Was it from your rotten heart?
You know…
When you ripped my heart out
Straight from my chest
And stomped on it repeatedly
Even though I had already died
When you spit in my face
And screamed words of contempt
And laughed at my sorrow
And got pleasure from my pain
Your wickedness knows no bounds
You love to hurt people
You find fulfillment in torture
And solitude in the discomfort of others
And some are left
To live and die with your words
The last thing you said
That final statement
From the depths of your lifeless soul
~wbv
The Third
January 18, 2009
The third does so many things
It completes the chord,
It strengthens the rope,
It harmonizes with the fifth
And the first.
The third sounds sweet…
It has the form of completion,
It fills the gap when needed,
It quietly pleases the listener
From within its boundaries.
It is less than four and five
And is limited in what it leads
But the third still has a place
In support of the ongoing melody.
In spite of its benefits,
The third does have a dark side…
If not paired carefully with
Love and compassion,
The resolution may be lost.
~wbv
Maybe I Was Wrong
January 18, 2009
So maybe I was wrong
As in “probably not right”
I must have missed it
And completely misunderstood
You probably wondered
What I was thinking
The answer is easy
Maybe I was wrong
Maybe there is less meaning
Than what my mind thinks it sees
Maybe there is less spirit
Than what I once believed
Maybe there is less love
Than my heart was ready to give
And receive
Maybe I was wrong
And this is all just a dream
If it is a dream
Then it is unusually cruel
To see light, love, hope,
And awaken to a world of darkness
Maybe I was wrong
Maybe it’s not a dream
Maybe it’s real enough to hurt
Real enough to touch
Reaching through the darkness
Will I find you there?
Am I searching for nothing?
I was beginning to think that I was.
And then again,
Maybe I was wrong.
~wbv
Find Me
January 15, 2009
When the door opens
In the old house
When the rain falls
From dark clouds
Find me there.
When injury hides
In the dark upstairs
When there is no help
And nobody cares
Find me there.
When the rain hits
And the wind blows
And the thunder hides
What the lightning shows
Find me there.
If you can’t find me
Then I must be hiding.
But at least try.
~wbv
A Drop In The River
January 12, 2009
I am but a drop in the river
Take me out and nobody knows
Add me back in and
I go unnoticed
I go my own way
Yet the river still carries me
I have shape
Yet am indistinguishable
Apart from the river
I will turn to vapor
When I am immersed
I am fully alive.
So I owe my life
And my existence
To the river…
It is who I am
What I long for
Where I’ve been
And where I will be.
~wbv
The Same Page
January 6, 2009
You might think that we’re on the same page
But I doubt it.
You look at the page numbers
And assume that everything is okay.
Do the page numbers really mean anything?
Can you render an interpretation from a number?
If the story were told on paper, maybe,
But not when the story is told in the heart.
Do you want “us” to be on the same page?
Then tear the book into pieces
Rip the pages to shreads
And scatter them on the ground before us
Ignore the chapters
Ignore the page numbers
Ignore the paragraphs and sentences
But save the words
And when we have a heap of words and paper
Spread out in front of us, We can quietly dance
across the bed of mixed meaning,
And with any luck, for a brief moment,
we will be on the same page.
~wbv
Tell Me With A Memory
January 1, 2009
What can’t be said,
What has no words to describe,
What can only be understood in a lifetime…
Don’t tell me with a story,
Don’t tell me with a song,
Don’t tell me in a dream
That never really happens.
Give me what matters,
Let me into your heart,
With treasures fit for the soul,
And truth fit for eternity.
Tell me with the pillar of knowledge,
With quiet moments, and the wisdom of days,
Tell me with meaning beyond sincerity,
Tell me with a memory.
~wbv
