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The Glass House
written by next_heaven10:28 PM 3/6/05The Glass House
One day upon a dream that could have been lost.
Running through passageways with no door unlocked.
Time ticking with every drop of my sweat.
Coming they were, it was not long before they and I met.
Bars of dead steel like galvanised raw bone confine me like a vultures claw.
Is there a heaven and will I go there?
Or will I end up somewhere where I only know despair?
My last breath leaves like a grain of sand through a sieve.
My ears are ringing with the sound of distorted thoughts only whispered.
Is hope an angel that cannot fly?
Is there no way out of this pandemonium, will I really die?
Then I saw it, like a flame in a night only blackness could hold.
A stone with a hole as if cut by the moons ray.
Smooth and cold like fossilised silk.
And as I looked through the hole cut by the moon everything ceased in a momentum of speed.
If there was some other form of time would I have seen it then?
Things do change, they will never stay the same.
Another place I now stood, another reason now came.
A road poised in time from a thousand footsteps.
I walked past gardens of the most vivid green, rivers like liquid mirror reflecting all the colours I had not seen.
Trees static, stood all around like frozen memories of a frozen wind.
A sun of petrified flames peeked above mountains casting a shroud of fiery gold over the valley that I saw
There was this thing that caught my eye more than that of all others.
A sparkle, a glint, the shine of transparent glass.
And there it stood, like a monument declaring its purpose, a building entirely of glass.
With curves, and pillars of a marble none had seen, majestic white gates and a circle atop a tall pole which standing on the highest point of the roof outlined the setting sun like a frame.
What was this place? This still and serene sanctuary?
And so I walked down into the valley, past all that stood so silent.
Grass blades that were left untouched even after my tread, long clouds that were stained blood red.
My heartbeat was like the firing of a gun in an empty church, my breathing a hurricane across a still, calm night.
Flowers of purple, violet and blue, tulips and buttercups and roses to black to be true.
All still with this timeless beauty, like a smile only a painting could depict.
Though it was only I who walked in this place, no other creatures, no other face.
So I reached my new destination, towering so high, fracturing the light like thread.
Three pillars stood like giants never apart, telling a story not even the light could behold.
On one the sun and clouds so bold, one the moon with the stars like tears of gold.
And on the middle one there something was carved, a circle, a sphere half blazing and half cold.
With stars swimming around the sun, and clouds caressing the incomplete moon.
On this tall pillar, this picture, strange and puzzling, stood meaning something that was neither bad nor good.
And then I walked through the majestic glass doors, all carved with flowers and transparent ivy.
They opened before me like a kingdom welcoming its king after a long battle that had seemed without end.
Walking through those doors I felt like a stranger lost in the wrong time, forever searching for the place that held my reasons true.
A path of frozen images, a sky of darkened eyes, a world transparent like crystallised wind.
Trees of glass with leaves so sheer painting my eyes with different shades as they distorted and projected the light like beads scattering on the floor.
Grass with points like razor blades of the clearest tears, rivers of translucent thoughts where pelicans stood in their inert stance, shining and smooth.
Deer and rabbits fixed in some un-played scene, benches with people sitting petrified in a glass conversation.
The light itself, though the sky was black, seemed too clear to be apparent, it came form all around like a million snowflakes falling from that place they call heaven.
So I walked further into this glass world.
Passed people strolling, cold and still, with hearts that if they beat they would shatter and mouths that if they spoke they would crack.
I walked passed a horse, its mane like frozen fire, its gossamer legs in full gallop atop an ethereal hill.
An angel with wings of heavens sobs, crouched, a single, frail tear falling like a fatal drop of blood.
A fountain with splashes of immobile and solid water sprayed high into the air as if to fall and splinter to a million ruins of shards.
Then I found myself looking at a sight I had only so recently seen.
Atop a hill I now stood looking upon a valley of slithering rivers, trees in bloom, mountains against the sky almost like points of a bullet.
And a sun peeking over, waving its last goodbyes to all it watched over that day and those passed.
And a stone structure stood like a statue of a great God, three pillars stood high and a circle atop its roof framed the sun like a drawing.
With walls of stone and a curved roof of the coldest granite, it stained the light dark with a presence both foreboding and curious.
But things were different, the valley was clear, shining and smooth.
The mountains were glass and so was all else except for that building of stone.
The sun shone in a translucent blaze bathing my face in its eerie light.
That was when I felt that coldness in my hand, that texture I had not so recently felt gone.
It had appeared as if put there by some ghostly hands, the stone with the whole as if cut by the moon.
And why now? Why just then? Did some obscene fate point to me?
I took it to my eye and I gazed through at that setting, clear sun.
And things seemed to collide, different words, different times, and my thoughts they became hard to hear.
What just happened that day I will never know for then in that world of glass I too turned cold and clear. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
Yeah I know this is pretty long...but it's one of the best ones I've written.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by (guest) (3-23-2005 - 08:33 PM)
| woah..thats was really good. you have alot of talent! |
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