When Silence Calls

Darkness falls
Closed in walls
Can you hear it
When quiet calls?

Thunder rumbles, lightning cracks
Stops the world in its' tracks
Rain pours down
Drowning out the sound

No one would hear it
No one is around
It remains, leaves a stain
World of pain
Rained down
On this one horse town
Sun and dry air surround
The perimeter of this hollowed, solo ground.

A Limitless Divine

With intensity in our eyes
Our hearts dancing through
A limitless divine,
Power and passion seep out
Beyond the confines
Of our minds
Into the gift of tomorrow
So that we may lift ourselves up
Into the deepest blue,
Into the richest bounty,
The boundless beauty
That we can touch with our minds.
All of that and more
Surrounds us here and everywhere.
We can borrow that which is within sight,
Absorb with our souls and
Every inch of our being
As much as we can,
Short of drowning ourselves.

By Kyra Faith August 2005 revised March 31,2011

The Gaze

Part One

There it was amidst your gaze
like a starry night
in the country
every twinkle shining
brighter than the one before.
Every time my eyes met yours,
I was carried to some distant shore,
letting go,
seemingly abandoned,
lying in the rising tide.
Shall I be captured
by this tide
only to be cast away
into the cold and dark
alone, searching for your gaze
once again.

Part two


No, the treasure lies
in my ability and desire
to cherish the gaze,
invite the tide to caress me,
welcome the travel to distant shores,
keep my eyes on the tide,
embrace the cold and dark of it
for they too offer warmth and light.

The treasures are not in the gaze alone
and therefor, I should not be searching for it.
Instead, uncovering all the jewels
now buried deep within,
my rewards aplenty.
The work ahead appears
both painstaking and fruitful.
The focus must be on the truth,
the facts, the spoken,
overpowering the unknown,
the speculation, and
the unspoken.

Part Three


How easily the unknown,
the unspoken could draw me
into a variety of arenas,
questioning all the possibilities.
Could it have meant?
Could it mean?
Could it someday be?
Could it become
something more to me
just by focusing on the unknown,
the unspoken?

It is possible to be drawn into
a world of disillusionment,
betrayal of self,
completely out of touch with reality
if the focus is shifted.

Part Four

It is then, that I ask the question.
Why had I allowed the focus to stray at all?
Was it out of desperation?
Loneliness? Emptiness?
Drawn to the life streaming from your gaze.
Drawn to it by power, time and place.
The answers are many.
The questions, too, are many.
The confusion remains in the shadows.
Still, I must embrace, even that which
I cannot fully comprehend
as part of the joy and wonder of it all.

Clearing Away The Clutter

Here is a piece that I completed in November of 2002. After some life changing experiences during a trip to California that month, I did a lot of writing. I will certainly share more of this writing in the future as it reflects the evolution that took place in me during that time.

Clearing Away The Clutter

Clearing away the clutter
who imagined it could have such an effect?
To be able to think more clearly,
feel more deeply,
be reunited with your senses, as if,
having met them for the first time.
Breathing much more easily,
seeing much further than before,
observing so many little details
of which I had not even been aware.
The details shine brightly.
It amazes me
that I could have lived without
the depth of feeling.
The details seem to be as necessary as
the air in my lungs
in allowing the blood
to continue to flow.

The world is grand,
the variables are many.
It is an ocean great and fierce,
so beautiful and scary,
so deep and wide,
so full and so lonely,
so blue with many shades of grey,
so vast and yet boxed in.
Turning each way to face yet another wall
to break through.
Oh, what splendor, to break through.
For something new, fresh and awesome awaits
to bring life to something inside
waiting to awaken
with splendor, with awe, full of wonder.

No matter the timing,
there is no preparation to be made.
For, these wonders come and surprise
even the most skilled seekers of life.
It is not in breath that we live,
not in a day or a moment that we live.
It is in wonder that we dance, that we live
full, whole and in awe of the dance, the life, the gift.

AGE

Today, I share with you a piece that I composed in 1998. I was in my mid twenties and preparing for a lot of big life changes; marriage, newly built home, life-threatening heart surgery for my Father and new challenges at work. It was a year full and rich in many ways but deep with emotional struggles as well. It was definitely a year filled with many life lessons. See what you think. Can you relate to feeling this way at some points in your life?


AGE

Sophistication, Wisdom, Power, Strength . . .
Fear, Reality, Helplessness, Loneliness . . .

We look forward to it until we reach it.
We enjoy it until we see the reality of it.

It comes so quickly to meet us.
It steps in the door before it knocks.

What happened? Not so fast! Where did it go?
The time, the youth . . . yesterday.

We wanted to be big. We wanted to drive.
We wanted to go out on our own. We wanted to get married.
We wanted to have a family. We wanted. We wanted . . .
But not anymore.

Now we want it all back.
To cherish, to treasure, to have it all over again.

If you are not here yet.
You get a second chance.
Make it your miracle.

Stage Fright

From time to time, I will share things that I have written at different points in my life. The following poem was written many years ago, a few weeks after my sixteenth birthday. At times, I struggle with whether or not I really like my earlier compositions. This is one that I can find value in because it has good elements and I think the reader can easily relate to it. I enjoy looking at my earlier works in comparison to more recent ones as it shows growth as a person and as a writer. See what you think.

Stage Fright

A scene is created
To amuse and entertain
The atmosphere seems
Something more than plain.

Changing surfaces
In order to deceive
Trading places
So the viewers will believe.

Cast into a family
Where reality has no name
All of it's members attempt
To be the master of the game.

Pretenders falling closer
Time and space collide
Must we read between the lines
To discover what is inside?