Monthly Poems: March

all poems by Stephen Byrne

"Koninklijke Luchtvaart Maatschappij"

Spiteful shadows lie in wait,
And quiet hides a killer.
Death constructs an empty space,
And murder serves as filler.
For all the moments spent alone
And all the miles apart
Stab my soul with silent blades
And pierce my distant heart.
The next best thing to being there
Is knowing where you are,
Yet chasms spanning oceans prove
Regrettably too far.
Despite endearing sentiment
A failure yet again.
By time zones and kilometers
Potential love is slain.
//

"empty"

You're so much better than this,
Too good to be this demeaned,
So consumed by hungry eyes
Raped by so much lust.
Yet you let it happen - you want it to happen.
Are you that starved for love,
That in wanting for affection?
Or has the root of all evil choked you
For the promise of comfortable lifestyle?
Either way, darkness has gripped your soul
But there is He who loved the whole world
That He cried for it, prayed for it, lived for it, bled for it
You are so empty, and He wants to fill
All you have to do is let Him
//

"Venus"

Poison drips from honey tongue
Hands so soft that grate your skin
Angelic voice, a siren's song
And raven eyes conceal her sin

For though her features have no rival
And all about her seems divine,
Beneath her surface lies deceit,
And all her motives breathe malign.
//

"Seeking Virgil's Seat"

Vigorous lines explode onto white
SOMETHING appears from nothing
An outpouring of my own bidding.
As I sit here uncomfortably
contemplating
Perusing over my own thoughts
Unsure
Of what to make of them
Certainty seems all too elusive
And order strikes me as altogether Ch AOtI c.
As time drags on, minutes melting together
Into one inconceivablyeternalmoment.
I cannot help but think of you, your face,
Your name illuminated in the darkness of my mind.
//

"Rector Mihi, O Sol Invictus!"

Horizons broadening -
A stream of light in the distance
Beckons like a woman thinly clad
Reaching into the deep recesses of the mind
Delving down into the desires of the heart
Shine on, O Beacon -
Tantalize, charm, enrapture,
Snare the soul that longs
Journey begins, arduous roads
Ripe with pitfalls, laden with dangers
Hidden and obvious, but no matter

I am taken to it, like a moth to flame
Though it sets me ablaze, still I follow.
//

All poems by Stephen Byrne
Copyright 2010