Selene

Selene or Lonesome is the Night
Apr. 30, 2010

Bannister's untitled work/Full Moon Over Harbor

Lonesome is the night
When the moon is full and the clouds are dark
Blinding rays stain the murky haze
Like paint grazed by brush, a wild painter’s abandon daubed
Yet nary a star dot thy skies
The howling winds that freeze the skin and rattle the bones
Retreating vengeance of winters’ twilight
The deep pools that are my eyes
Saddened by the beauty upon its gaze
Oh piteous sight, sorrowful and void
Through my window you wallow, calling forth my curtains dry thy gloomy face
The splendor that is you, O Moon
Reminds me of my own melancholy
For the fates that gave thee your glory
Are the same that imprisoned you to the cold solitary dark.
To dance and shine only with thy virtue alone; forever and always.

The Beauty of Walking Alone

The Beauty of Walking Alone
Mar. 8, 2010

 Hopper's Nighthawks

As I walked through the sea of flowers under a setting sun,
I couldn’t help but to pity my lonely feet; my life undone
On a path that the leaves and the flowers had mantled
The rustling of the trees as the soft breeze come, musical harmony when they rattle
These old familiar places that my mind recall,
Full of laughter and joy; now quiet and lull
Green grass where we tumbled and fell,
A slight throb in my chest from the reminiscent spell,
The cold shadows cast by the parting day,
The darkness it impart, that’s where my sadness stays,
But as I look down on my lonely feet once more,
That’s when the man in me implore,
Perhaps loneliness is an art all of its own,
In appreciating the good things in life; that’s the beauty of walking alone.