Devoir

The noise was smothered by the night.
Lain down in god’s whisper.
So deep the mind fell.
Beyond fossilised creatures and secrets in tar.
The moon hummed in its milky orbit.
Delicious solitude descended.
A quietening of existence.
That is where I’ll find you.
Beyond the chaos and the trauma that litters these lives.
Your sanctuary for my soul.
A marbled palace adorned with tears and precious memories.
A temple I wish to practice our religion.
So light those candles and sing me to sleep.
With conflicting thoughts of tomorrow.
And your voice crawling over me.
That when the day blazes into this skin.
Purifying each sin.
The renewal within, is possible.
Only by your sweet vow.
To remain.

08/06/202208/05/2022 by Mark Ryan Categories: love, peace, timeTags: care, change, lonely, love, marble, moon, peace, poem, Poetry, pray, religion, solitude, tears, temple, time, tomorrow 2 Comments

A Quiet refrain

The rain of time.
A slow drip into my skull.
Quietens the restless bird of my mind.
Flattening the wings.
Clipping and waxing.
Nursing by angelic hands.
Which slows the hum and the pulse.
Ceasing it to fly.

20/03/202219/02/2022 by Mark Ryan Categories: angels, birds, peaceTags: art, birds, heart, mind, mood, poem, Poetry, rain, seasons, skull, soul, time, weather Leave a comment

Climbing clouds of solitude

Feel the day fall away.
The suffocating blanket of night descends.
Blurring the gold into murky grey.
Calling out your name into the world.
Lost or stolen by the sea of stars.
Twinkling and laughing as they swallow the sound.
All stillness awakes me.
The hesitant twitch on my skin.
You rise like the moon on this valleyed horizon.
Cupped in confusion.
I swirl your soul in my mouth.
And taste the sweet sweat of god.
Fragrant, yet full of pockets of nothingness.
Things I cannot contain.
You slip away, over languid landscapes to another paradise.
One quiet of me and my heady malaise of destruction.
A garden which you can walk in solitude and peace.
Where the pools are full of my tears of longing.

22/02/202222/02/2022 by Mark Ryan Categories: god, gold, peaceTags: art, clouds, dark, day, god, gods, gold, kiss, love, night, paradise, peace, poem, Poetry, pool, solitude, soul, stars 4 Comments

Tomorrow, when the war is over

Beyond this place of darkness.
That covers us like oil.
Beyond my biggest weakness.
Far past the pain and toil.
A light will come on like surprise.
As the weapons start to rust.
And shades of love will cover those eyes.
While the agony fades to dust.

03/11/202107/10/2021 by Mark Ryan Categories: love, peace, warTags: care, change, crime, darkness, dove, eyes, guns, hope, love, pain, peace, poem, Poetry, rhyme, rust, time, tomorrow, war, weapons 2 Comments

Welcome that memory

In my mind like candle flicker,
a memory burns low, yet still alive.
Holding on through the frost so bitter,
reminding us all how to survive.
A simple thought, easily mislabeled.
A memory covered by the snow of time.
But ignites the hope and good enabled..
That once was lost, will again be mine.

15/11/2020 by Mark Ryan Categories: fight, memories, peaceTags: art, calm, cold, figthing, hurt, memory, peace, poem, Poetry, snow, survive 12 Comments