of dead ends and candles

dead leaves.
dead trees.
all i see
is another dead end
lit by the light of another candle.
what's left to do
but turn around
ask God for help
once again
be washed clean
once again
take a chance
once again
that all will be well
once again
and over and over
it keeps coming back
i'm at the start
just like the past
another candle's lighted wick
burning bright with hope
and so
i follow my new flame
down
down
to the end of the wick
as i wander deeper
down
into the length of another road
all my heart and
all my hopes
burning bright inside a flame
this one may just be eternal
and'll lead me to myself
at last

and then it goes out.

just like the rest.
i've hit a dead end.
once again.
i'm surrounded.
dead leaves.
dead trees.
all i know's
there's another dead end
and i need another candle.

-D.B.
2/4/2014

falling falling falling

a leaf is falling falling falling
falling
for a gentle breeze.
she was falling falling falling
falling
from a rotten tree.
the tree did hate her take her break her
make her
heart feel so unclean.
each branch did hate her take her break her
make her
red so she could bleed.
it thought it had her heart her soul her love
her self
within its reach.
but no her heart her soul her love
her self
then found a way to leave.
so now she's falling falling falling
falling
to a love so sweet;
now she's falling falling falling
falling
love has set her free.

-D.B.
5/3/2012

my seaglass i'll not find on these sands

my seaglass i'll not find on these sands
just rocks of many hues:
some are bland
some are pretty
but none compare with you.
my seaglass i'll not find on these sands
for mine is a brilliant blue
and though i have found
some red, green and brown,
still none of them are you.
my seaglass i'll not find on these sands
for here is naught but rubble.
the shores from our past
wash away as I walk;
they cannot bring me you.
my seaglass i'll not find on these sands
but behold, far off in the distance,
there's a blue softened shard
the waves of time sculpted
and that one, yes that one, is you.

-D.B.
8/28/2013

missing sunsets

i've missed another sunset.
should i live another day,
i should not hope to do that
for it brings me too much pain.
to be left behind by sunset
is more than just a shame.
nothing left but soulful remnants,
fading colors of God's paints.
in missing just one sunset,
i have missed the rainbow flames:
they come forth from the distance
from a land that can't be claimed.
'i will never miss a sunset'
has become the false refrain
of my mind so drenched in sorrow
from the storm of sinful rain.
oh i wish i'd seen the sunset,
i've missed more than i can say.
like repetition of this rhyme
is repetition of this pain.

-D.B.
4/22-26/2013