Tag Archive | soul

119. Nightfall beckons

Let not the night mourn in despair

As darkness snuffs out the flame

Of yellow ochre stains that streak

Quite noiselessly

Across turquoise painted skies.

Let not the silence hold her breath

As wispy clouds circle a silver moon.

Howling dogs call out our names

Quite faithfully

And so our wild hearts sigh.

Let not the inky blackness swallow me whole

For the night is dark, darker than it was yesterday.

The stars are hidden, far away from all light.

I strain my eyes to make out my path.

©Brindology 2017

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118. Like a leaf in the wind

My life is drifting
Like a leaf
In the wind,

Where will I go?

I twirl and dance
With every breath he takes,
I wonder,

How far will he blow?

Sometimes the raindrops
Come to meet me,
I look for them,

Do they know?

They cleanse my heart,
They drench my fears,
They quench my thirst,

Watching me grow.

My life has its
Ups and downs
Most certainly,

Just like yours and so,

Do take my hand,
Let’s dance as one
In the wind,

So silently and slow.

©Brindology 2012
Original artwork by Brinda Naidu

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114. Blanket for dreaming

Weave me a blanket,
Heavy and thick,
And lay it over me as I sleep;
Let it protect my dreams from the burden of loss.

A bell tolls far away in the darkened distance.

I keep my eyes shut,
And refuse to surrender to the shattering of hope.

Somewhere, someone’s heart is breaking.

©Brindology 2016

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112. Alone, again 

And if I may,
I would like you to sit beside me and read these words slowly,
allowing every thought to float into our space 
and listen with the curiosity of a bygone day. 

My purpose is not of my choosing.
I am drifting like stardust in a vast world,
coming to land at your feet 
with the softest of kisses 
and the blessings of hope. 

Our days are numbered,
counting themselves out second by second,
enveloping time in the forgotten promises we made long ago.

You don’t need to hold my hand,
but I’d love it if you would.
I am alone,
just like you. 

Please hold me as I cry. 

©Brindology & Cassandra Luey 2017
Original image by Cassandra Luey

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111. Across the waters 

I looked across the waters today,
Hoping to see your face again.
I heard only the wind blow
And the falling of the cold rain.

When did you leave me,
Why did you go away?
Why did you stay silent 
When we had so much to say?

I wait every day of my life 
To taste your lips, my love,
To see the sunrise in your deep eyes,
And to thank the stars above.

©Brindology & Cassandra Luey 2017
Original image by Cassandra Luey

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110. Awakening

I am living on borrowed time,
I should be dead, I fear;
I am living when I shouldn’t
What am I doing here?
I’ve got a chance to do it right,
To do what matters
To do what’s right,
To step put of the darkness
Into the light,
I’ve got the chance
I’ve got it, all right.
Why was I chosen?
Why was I picked?
To be one of the few
Who had to be sick?
And why was I allowed
To keep walking by,
With my head held high
And my sights on the sky?
Will it all end soon?
Will darkness fall
And snuff out the light,
Throwing me ‘to the night?
How will I know
When the end will come?
How will I know
When Death beats his drum?
I’m always unsure
For I’m not to know
When I’ll shut these eyes,
When I’ll go.
But I see that I’m here,
Standing my ground,
I see it’s my time now
To make my own sound.
My voice needs to speak,
My voice needs to rise,
My voice is my treasure,
My solace, my prize.
My spirit won’t shatter,
My soul will not break,
My mind will not bend
There’s a lot I can take;
There’s still much left in me,
Where do I start?
I am who I am,
I have life in my heart.

©Brindology 2014 & Cassandra Luey
©Original photograph by Cassandra Luey

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109. Holes


There’s a hole in my chest where my heart ought to be 
There’s a hole in my head where my mind ought to be 
There’s a hole in my body where my womb ought to be 
Where’s my soul?
Where’s my soul? 

There’s a silence in this world where sound ought to be 
There’s a violence in this world where peace ought to be 
There’s a grievance in this world where love ought to be 
Where’s your soul?
Where’s your soul?

There’s nobody beside me where you ought to be 
There’s just darkness around me where light ought to be
Let my life have hope as it ought to be 
Make my soul 
Once more whole

©Brindology 2017 & simplyjes
©Original artwork by simplyjes


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