The Seer And The Seen (Poetry)

In the quiet light of moonlight

I let my shadows breathe.

Creatures of the night,

know the creatures of the deep.

City lights on broken glass

gleam like shattered dreams—

Like fairy dust,

like diamond shards,

like your heart

gleams for me.

Ah, to be a seer,

when one hides

from being seen.

Ah, to know somebody’s heart

from sitting near its beat.

This life of endless contrast

of pain, joy, and defeat.

Of twisted knives

jabbed in oneself

to stop each piercing beat.

We can all be liars,

when we lie unto ourselves

but when our soul knows the truth

those lies are bloody hell.

There’s nothing worse in life

than killing what we love

and you my dear,

you took the knife

and stabbed it in yourself.

You thought it would be easier,

to play a martyr’s part

but now you face the pain

of exactly what you’ve done.

On this night of Yom Kippur,

we ask pardon

from those we’ve wronged

so please forgive yourself,

and trust I know your heart.