A Chromatic Tetrad

It’s been a long, introspective, tired, long night

Although each night seems to grow longer

And the days turn short, as if summer’s gone to winter

Summer’s heat stayed but the trees fell ill

And the color, the life, turned to a winter still

The trees’ life returned by night, to my surprise

A real image of my thoughts, my mind’s projection

Resolved and ended with closing eyes

Hello, moon giant!

Here I am talking to you again, as if you want to hear

But hey, what can I say, you’re all thats left

After all, my mind isn’t clear

A pall is descending and your light is fast fading

I feel like I have no time, but I have so much time

And so, moon giant

My troubles are thus:

It came with a bang, and my thoughts got to thinking

Those times were stressful, my mind wasn’t thinking

So I left my own thoughts, took a view from above

In parallax: my love; there it was!

A story kept secret, I found she was unsure

But now it’s too late, I think, anyway

I stole to the fields, the meadowlarks singing

I could not decide, my ruptured ears ringing

With a pitch of confusion, a chromatic tetrad, and dissonant emotions

Emotions pitted against “better reason”

Beyond that I never reached a solid conclusion

So I listened to the birds

But their songs were never matching

I ran from the fields crazed as I’d ever been, scathing

Then night came around and you stood to wake

So I just stood here, and decided to wait

Now, still, you know the feelings I harbor

They fill me and drain me, all of this at once

Confidence brimming, I’m knowing for sure

And suddenly shrinking into my thoughts again

Even around her each night

All I can do is play the fool

Thought I might let my feelings go

They belong to the space between, the air

Outside of my body, and yet too much I care

For the relationship we share

But I care for what could be and that

You see, is what’s eluding me

Symphonious Cataclysms

And so, to begin, let's take a step back

I always try to understand my mind's attack

After all, the slack I left earlier was bound to resurface

And without a straight, calculated, coherent purpose

So, without purpose, I'm left to put pieces together

Of a love that once kept me vibrant, but weathered

So I find myself at night, the haint of a day passed on

The nights always unsnarl my gnarled, old angst

As if God himself pried apart the roots of Angel Oak

My downsides open up and my rightsides slip left

Down a synchronized slope of meditation

To a silent refuge of rehabilitation

If only my love was as clear as those nights

If only she would open for me as I do to those nights

A mellifluous cataclysm of passion-fed forces

Halting only to witness each others' blushed faces

A clash so illuminating, the moon's light it graces

And what about the day?

As much as the heat would melt away the toxins

It's actually hard to say

What really goes on because a large collection of discordant information gathers

In my mind, to my displeasure, and fills

Kills, fills, kills, and still finds itself lodged in the deepest recesses of thought

Processed and overcooked

Until I find myself doing nothing, and sitting with vivacious nature

As I do with night's lamenting tempo, hours later

Under a moon so damn bright, you'd think the old moon giant was happy again

But that old mistake, that's when his tears flood the James River again

So I find my love, and then I lose it again

With each gain an unwanting look

And with each loss a potent refrain:

When the sun sinks down past that dark horizon

And the blackguard's lighthouse shines once more

I'm gonna find my love in those cold tidal depths

Of the turbid black sea 

That took my love from me