Return

January 5, 2015January 5, 2015 ~ nomisyar ~ Leave a comment

Far too long I shunned
her shimmering silver luminosity
-her softness contaminated me,
and made me weak.
So I struck East, desirous of Its golden power and promise.
Plagued by illusions of strength and vigor
I plodded manfully through Summer.

Manfully,
and Empty.

Hungry,
I turned back to my pale and fickle maiden
Luckily I found her,
In fullest bloom
-not hiding
As so often she will.

And I followed,
I pleaded,
I offered everything I had
and she said nothing.
Yet, in that silence,
she offered me everything.
She offered me a return
to where I belonged:

Eastern Warrior, rise up once again,
rise up.

STARCHILD

October 24, 2014 ~ nomisyar ~ Leave a comment

in the center of every Star
is a tiny void.
small yet absolute,
it is perfect
for hiding.
we retreat into that void
even as we shine. for safety.
dark
lonely,
and safe.

But,
Maybe “we”
Is only “me”.

Autumnal Proper

September 30, 2014September 30, 2014 ~ nomisyar ~ Leave a comment

hurt
and
tears
burn my bones.

and i smile.
i smile and i laugh
and i play.

A Leaf falls to the ground.
Whimsically,
Rapidly,
Interminably,

Falling.

Soon,
my burning bones
will be the only light
in the sea of winter.

What sweet bile, and
so completely inadequate.

Autumnal Annual, a prelude.

September 24, 2014 ~ nomisyar ~ Leave a comment

Time comes
again.

shifting shadows angle
their lit corners
to show you
their passing.

I will return to the shadow.
I live there.

Integrity Is

September 19, 2014September 19, 2014 ~ nomisyar ~ Leave a comment

avoiding the mob
even when your goals
momentarily align,
because
in an instant,
your destinations will veer
and your will shall be lost
to the most horrific servitude.

Freedom,
Truth,
Perseverance-
These are hallmarks of the lonely,
of the warriors,
of the angels who light our way.

find your mountain.
claim it,
defend it.
become a beacon unto the dark.

A Letter To You, My First Love

September 16, 2014September 17, 2014 ~ nomisyar ~ Leave a comment

when Fear’s cold grip first clasped at my chest.
you were there.
my tears burned and my tummy churned.
and we endured it all
alone,
but
alone together.

you were there when I first fell –
the first of many falls.
you helped me back up.
you consoled me.
we moved on,
together.

when my heart could go no further
you did not say to me, “it will be OK”.
you sobbed with me.
you agonized with me.
you stared into the void with me.
and somehow we returned,
shaken, and cracked,
but
stronger.
and,
we returned together.

thank you
for the love that you bear
for me.
I know it is not a burden
because I love you too.
thank you my savior,
my warrior, my priest.
I will make you proud,
as you have made me.

I am yours,
–Reflection in the Mirror