Sylvan Sylph: Fifteen Minutes Of Fiction

Snowfall

Soon it will be snowing;
The sky, it told me so.
The wind is gently blowing;
It's cold outside, I know.
Waiting for flakes to fall,
Gazing through frosted pane,
I hear the winter's call.
I stay in, just the same,
Until the snow comes down,
Gently floating through the air,
Landing thickly on the ground;
The world is white and fair.
Before it has a chance to cease,
I will go out knowing;
The world and I are at peace,
While outside it is snowing.

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Fistfuls of Sand

I let you slip through my fingers
So willingly, yet unwillingly.
I never tried to keep you from going,
But how I wished you would stay.
To hold to you more tightly
Would only force you away.

Now we are strangers;
We pass each other by.
We pretend it's all the same,
But our laughter is a lie.
My smiles are empty;
There is pain in your eyes.

Your choices drive us apart.
My choices drove you away.
There is nothing left for saving
At the end of every day.
I let you slip through my fingers
Like sand falling to the shore,
So willingly, yet unwillingly.
I couldn't hold on to you anymore.

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The Brevity of Autumn

If every day could end in a relaxing stroll at dusk with bright, crisp, spice-scented leaves crunching underfoot, a quietly fading sunset, and the smell of winter on a brisk, cool breeze followed by a warm fire with a hot cup of tea waiting at home it would be a long while before I wished for a change of season. These moments are too fleeting.

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Counting Miles

I'm counting miles as I go,
Wondering how long 'til I reach someplace I know
And a life I've left behind.
These words are all for show,
Hiding things I would have no one know
Behind cleverly painted plastic smiles.

Maybe I'll keep going,
Just keep on driving,
Right on past my destination.
Maybe I'll keep rolling,
Keep on living life
Without these reservations.

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Wonder in the Night

It's dark. The sun has long gone down. I find myself driving empty streets long after others have made their way to slumber. Why do I choose this life, these late hours devoid of the touch of humanity? What is it that I see in the night sky that draws me? What in the night air leaves me intoxicated when I breathe its scent? It is no physical comfort I find, my eyes are dry from lack of rest. My body aches for sleep; still I hold onto wakefulness in these wee, dark hours. Is it the silken presence of the night that so entices me? Perhaps it is that absence of all others, the leaving behind of the pressures of social interactions and responsibilities found in the day.

It is all of these things, and more. There is something unspoken, intangible. I can neither grasp it with mere hands nor explain it with elusive words. These late moments are formed of a magic undiscovered throughout the remaining hours of the day. I drink it in, but find that its draught is the very thing which pulls me away from its sweet taste. In tasting it I find that slumber calls me. The calmness of this hour overcomes me, and my weariness gains sway over my mind. I drift away from this world of wonder into one equally magical and inexplicable.

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Whispers of Agony

Frantically we search for understanding,
Struggling to make our voices heard.
We shout. We scream. We cry.
Then, embarrassed at our display,
The outpouring of our desire,
We quickly turn away.
We hide our faces to mask our shame
Of our emptiness,
Of our need.
We pretend we never spoke,
And as the voices around us clamor—
Everyone striving for attention,
Shouting to drown the echo in their hearts—
We whisper our pain
And wonder that no one hears us...

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September Moon

September moon lies overhead.
I’m staring at the sky,
Wondering
Where all our time went.
I don’t know how it happened,
But we have drifted on the paths that we followed.
I can feel you ripped away again.

Winter is dark and lonely.
It’s hard for me to see
Summer will come again.
I sit in the cold,
Waiting
For you to come home,
And bring this pain to an end.
But I can feel you ripped away again.

June comes at last;
School ends.
I’m fighting the past,
With nothing to defend,
Wishing
I could see your face again,
And that these tears would finally end.
But I don’t think that will happen,
'Cause I can feel you ripped away again.

I still hear the words my father said,
“He won’t be coming home again.”
They echo in my head,
Over and over;
I don’t think they will ever end.
I always feel you ripped away again.

As I stand by your grave,
Everything’s alive,
But you’re so far away.
Every moment of the day I can feel you;
I can feel you ripped away again.

September moon lies overhead.
I’m staring at the sky,
Wondering
Where all our time went.
Early autumn breeze is chasing
The dead brittle leaves
That are falling.
And as I stand here,
Waiting
I can hear myself calling,
Calling you;
But I can feel you ripped away again.

I stand here screaming.
My tears have dried,
But inside
I’m still bleeding.

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Remembering

Your smile was brilliant, shining so brightly from your darkly tanned face. You honeyed curls fell loosely across your forehead, carefully careless. Sea green eyes that verged on blue met mine in an unflinching gaze. I miss this. I miss you. You always made me want to smile in return. The sun shone brighter on you. You believed in me. I believed in you. The world was a better place with us together. Life was in our grasp. All we had to do was take one another's hand, and nothing could stop us. The sun would just keep shining, and the waves keep rolling in.

But the storms clouds are gathering on the horizon. The thunder rolls in the distance. Lightning flashes. In a moment you are gone. My world goes dark. There is so much to remember, so much to forget.

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Gone

The sea has fled, swept away in the night.
I am left here to wonder at its flight.
Endless sands spread across the expanse;
With every whispering, they advance.

Where e're I look they stand;
As far as my eye can see.
I did not think such an empty land
Could ever come to be.

But it is no emptier than my life,
No more desolate than my heart.
For one has felt the pain of the knife,
And the other is torn apart.

My Love has fled, just as the sea.
Fled far, far from this land;
I know not what caused him to flee,
Leaving me here to stand.

He has fled to death's dark shore.
Here I'll see him nevermore.
He has taken all the ocean, all the sea.
Why could he not have taken me?

Why must I on this shore stay;
When all I wish is to flee away?
There is nothing left for me here,
Nothing that I hold so dear.

I cry out, with everything in me,
"GONE."
The ocean of sand echoes back to me,
"gone."
I am left here, my love has gone.
I have no choice but to go on.

I turn away from the windswept sands.
I will return here nevermore.
I will search out some other land,
Seeking for another shore.

As I wander, I shall cry;
Until I've wept an ocean wide.
'Til every tear has turned dry
Or mixed itself into the brine.

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For John

So this rain,
Pouring down,
Falling to the ground,
Is my tears
For all the years
We'll never have together.
And the sun that shines
All the while
Is mine.
'Cause my smile
Is for forever,
The forever
That we'll be together.

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