WITHIN

Frightened as a lost child
trying to find a home,
lost in your torment -
There you shall be,
alone in the night,
once love has left you
and taken to flight.

Close your eyes,
and dance with the flames within -
feel the bloodlust return -
the devil has closed
his arms around you -
feel your heart -
slowly burn



R. Scott
 



 

Alchemy Of the Moon

When the moon was full

I showed you magic

and saw the fear 

in you

And then upon touch

I exiled your fears

to live within me

For you,

I would charge water

into wine

and embrace

the magic of the moon

to make you whole again

to never grieve

or feel the pain

when the world 

around you

leaves you

in desolation.

R. Scott

I Once Was

 

I once was the very breath

you took

You willingly danced with me

in lavender fields

We laid in the meadow

and listened to the sigh of the trees

on the breast of the hills

 

I once was the bird

who flew with you

to the roof of the

world

and plucked the stars

out of the sky

as a gift of

my eternal love

I once was your woman,

your lover, your friend -

and in dreams

you shall find I still am

 

In the dead of night

as you lie in your bed

I watch the place

where you lay your head

 

If you should feel

a gentle kiss

upon your lips

as you sleep

it is only my

thoughts 

holding you

in keep.

  

R. Scott

One For Sorrow

Crow, fly your labyrinth miles,

take me into your mystery fold

I give you this damaged soul

For the darkness now

takes hold

Fly on, sweet bird,

fly on and be free

Fly on through the rain

and take this pain

For there's only

bloodied roses

left here for me.

Love once burnt deep,

so fierce and wild

now shattered it is like glass

thrown to the stone.

Darkness has come,

now beckons me -

"come home, come home".

Fly on sweet bird,

no longer love does he

My heart does break 

and a dagger remains

Fly on, black bird

fly on -

for there's only bloodied roses

left here for me.

R. Scott.

The death

The flower of love opens

Unfolds to an unknown destiny -

Then screams blood-red

Already it has began

to die.

R. Scott.

Memories catch a soul afire

As thoughts stand restless

in a silent sadness

The late night longing

raindrops chanting

on my window

In this cold dark room

his arms once held me

Now the dream poet cries

a soul ache sigh...

R. Scott

A rare precious gift,

to fall in love..

Dreams of destiny,

follow your heart

perchance to see -

Does the rain ever last?

My sweet bird of fate,

he does fly too fast

while I search for signs

to save my own soul.

R. Scott.