He Sang of Chains

                     

He Sang of Chains

By

Lisa A.Williams

He sang of chains,

wishing to be free

of cheating hearts-

 love

he couldn’t let go of.

He sang of doubtful minds,

 cold he couldn’t melt;

                                                     

 lonliness

which made him cry.

A young man’s words

my father sang

in a low melodic voice,

which brought him

home

 beneath a familiar sky.

.

Gray

Gray

By

Lisa A.Williams

Dark day

still morning,

not even the disturbance

of breeze to blow through

the bareness.

What gifts do you have

to offer

with no visible beauty

beneath the gray?

A sleepy kind of nostalgia

calling me inward

where poems

                                                                       wait to be born.

Horizon

Horizon

By

Lisa A.Williams

I look out,

 onward

to where earth meets sky

spectrum of

rainbows

holding promise

of “gold”

never enough to fill

our pockets

so fleeting

in its ethereal haze

leaving us

always

                                                                     in want of more             

Do You Know?

Do you know?

By

Lisa A.Williams

Do you know

the words

 distant heart,

Eden still sings

in her paradise

so long buried in the

 dreams of men?

How she rose

from the thorns

wiping the blood

of time

from her garments of

forgiveness?

Her heart,

 though wounded

still beats

the numinous song

of angels.

We Can't Leave This

We Can’t Leave This

(December 14, 2012)

By

Lisa A.Williams

We can’t leave this

emptiness

even the earth feels

in her core,

from the loss

of innocence

taken under

a bright sky

who could not see

what lurked in the shadows.

Heaven now cradles

what earthly love cannot.

Their empty arms

embrace each other,

seeking solace

for a grief

                                                                        like no other.

Wednesday's Wishes

Wednesday’s Wishes

By

Lisa A. Williams

Wednesday’s wishes

followed Mercury’s muse-

So much to say,

enough to fill an empty

sky-

Wishes for more,

another life

to begin again

holding death at bay

To remember

all this-

 Cache of understanding

and acceptance

in a place where time

has no mercy;

on the heels of the messenger

                                                                         it flies away

What Can be Said?

What Can be Said ?

By

Lisa A. Williams

What can be said

about the darkness

which filled

a sunny school day

where a raging monster

took their lives away

with cold metal

so easily put in his hands

bent on destruction?

As little lives

were sacrificed-

 time stopped

for all of us

uniting us in a sorrow

screaming to heaven

as God looked down

and wept on a world

                                                                     gone so wrong