Spirited

You see?
All of this remains.
Before. Behind. Way after.
The crucible cracks and splutters in its creation.
Offering golden wings in which to ascend.
Where will those heavy wings take us.
On that lunar breeze which blows from the lips of god.
A substituted living now folds into the ocean.
This blessing of cotton wraps around my eyes.
Yet still I see.
If I wait for you, what dies in my veins?
If I go now, will you remain?
The hesitation catches me like asthma.
Your love pollutes my body like oxygen.
Fixing me to rise only when your lungs heave.
At times we are at a distance.
Calling half a world away.
Yet still I remain, waiting for you to see.
Waiting and believing.
That love in your eyes.

13/04/202220/03/2022 by Mark Ryan Categories: angels, flight, loveTags: angels, blood, delay, eyes, flight, god, grows, growth, hope, love, pain, poem, Poetry, sprout, time, veins, waiting, wings Leave a comment

Patience

Little pebbles of time, tumbling in his head.
Grains of moments, swept into the dunes of life.
Patient he sat.
Listening to the creak of tolerance.
He watched as the world tipped over.
Righted itself, then swim off into the cosmos.
God came and went, decrying this and that.
And still he sat.
The paint peeled away.
The skeleton frayed.
He lost and gained everything there in a minute.
In an epoch.
Patiently he waited.
Counting, not the moments, but the heartbeats.
Waiting for them to finally arrive.
And for the beats to stop.

20/02/202220/02/2022 by Mark Ryan Categories: god, time, tomorrowTags: art, epoch, god, patience, poem, Poetry, sat, skelteon, time, waiting, world 9 Comments

Waiting

Patiently we wait in the rain.
Hoping the time will come, that heralds such change.
Slowly freezing in the water as time passes.
Never knowing they’re the tears of God.

20/09/201920/09/2019 by Mark Ryan Categories: god, Poetry, rain, waterTags: art, change, different, god, monsoon, poem, Poetry, raining, tears, time, waiting, water 3 Comments