The seasons end with November. She comes when I fail to remember the ones who came before her. The first touch is like the impression of winter beginning at autumns end. First there was summer and then the changes end. She speaks to me while the leaves have fallen and the snow has just began it's beginning. Her touch shocks me to a frost of resolution different to the warm embrace of others fallen. To her I choose to rest through the winters sleep. Towards spring in my heart I do keep. November comes and I listen to the breath inside me which I do keep. Her hair colored but highlighted white my soul shines twice as bright. I keep her near to keep me warm but she receives my heart adorn with her beauty. December falls but she reminds me of the fall. I wit to see the snow melt to reveal what she has kept. A secret between lovers through the cold night only to blossom at springs first light. October dies without her notice while the hallowed eve of fright passes. Her kiss wakes me before winters slumber long enough so that I stay aware of love in winter.
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Chase McQuade
I have had an awakening through schizophrenia. Here are some of the poems and stories I have had to help me through it. Please enjoy!
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The Reflection of the Moon and the Ocean
The Reflection of the Moon on the Ocean. A love poem embracing the defiance of love. By: Chase McQuade This story begins in a place where dreams are reality and reality is a dream. Look above you...you can see it. It is above the stars and where the light comes from them. Where laughter and sorrow falls as emeralds in raindrops and where oceans have no bottom. Where the birds swim and fish fly, both of them leave no path, and the forests grow as high as the sky. Soulmates forever bound in happiness and sorrow together betwixt as one. This is the story of Her and Him. In Divinity children are sane and the adults serve them. Hearts and Minds seldom meet and soulmates even rarer. There was Him and Her where all three connected in eternity. Limitlessness both inwardly and outwardly they fashion together boundaries made by Him but broken by Her boundlessness. He limited by strength and her limitless by beauty. The ego makes others while they found together a soul meant to serve. In yet another world she was the nebula and he the rock. She would pluck stars from the sky while he made an infinite more to adorn her. In their plane ever growing by their awareness they would move together in all directions. He was ever the farmer and she ever the giver. They would usually find themselves in the planes of suffering feeding the insane carnivorous spirits whose endless hunger tore at their very selves. With each of the pairs fruits a spark of awareness a star of awakening was given to the endless suffering of being. There was never enough but they together worked tirelessly. Then as the sun set over an endless horizon of fire the two ascend up to take shelter from the hordes of demons that come in the dark. The sounds from the tortured are muffled by the walls they create together to keep safe that which is sacred, each other. The held a villa manifested by their awakened minds and held together by the will of family. There is music playing inside and a fire dances light outside and paintings of them simply adorn their walls. They are surrounded by friends and family. Together they sneak down to the wine cellar to speak privately. Laughing, tipsy they stumble like children into the cellar where barrels of spirits aged by eons ferment an ambrosia unknown to any being but themselves. As they pass through the tunnels underneath all of them they move forward to a light seen before them. Arriving into a room with a vaulted ceiling revealing the stars above them, they drink of each other and then they turn to the spigot of one of the barrels and fill simple cups. Their cups are fashioned of porcelains for the beauty of such things does not expire until broken. The ambrosia cleanses the mind and spirit while expanding them as well. They both drink together having a moment. She puts her hand to her mouth and giggles.
By Chase McQuade4 years ago in Poets
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