Garden of Poetry

Can You Take Me Higher?

admin — Fri, 27 Aug 2010 21:56:37 +0000

Can You Take Me Higher?

Can you take me higher,
To a castle in the sky,
Fulfill my desire
To sprout silken wings and fly?

Can you take me higher,
Nigh unto the morning star,
With your look inspire
Me to glide where fairies are?

Take me to eternal rest,
Where I may always sigh,
Lie my head upon your breast
Forever – never die.

With my soul I inquire!
Can you take me higher?

~ Daniel F Mitchell

Masters of Space

admin — Fri, 20 Aug 2010 21:18:04 +0000

Masters of Space

I have stood on the bloodied fields of war,
And gazed upon the legions of peace,
Whose tongues shall cry for liberty no more,
Whose souls no longer seek for death’s release.
I have seen the fallen champions of truth,
Their hearts and minds stripped naked to the pith,
Martyred for the cause of innocent youth,
Freed from ghosts and gods and monsters of myth.
I have heard echoes of revolution,
Complete freedom from punishment or grace,
When high on the peak of evolution,
We proclaim ourselves the masters of space.

~ Daniel F Mitchell

Until I Sleep

admin — Sun, 15 Aug 2010 16:21:26 +0000

Until I Sleep

Can you hear my heart weeping?
Can you feel my soul seeping away?
I cannot stay.
The night is deep.
Hold me close, until I sleep.

~ Daniel F Mitchell

Echoes of Past Voices

admin — Fri, 06 Aug 2010 13:03:53 +0000

Echoes of Past Voices

Overhead the setting sun hangs motionless upon the sky,
Thinking of the scenes it shined on yesterday -
Time that passed away in wisps like smoke before a blinking eye,
The who and why just left along the way.

I stand before the rising tide, and cast my gaze to open sea,
Beyond the waves that stretch before my finite reach of hand.
Here I dream of what has been, and what in coming days shall be;
That passes between my fingertips like grains of shapeless sand.

High above, the fleeting clouds, in shapes I can’t identify,
Float listlessly across the painted eve.
Swooping low a seagull cries an ancient dreamer’s lullaby,
Whose notes forgotten memories aggrieve.

Soft against the rising night, the lingering thoughts of daylight bring,
From distant shores, and yet so very near,
Echoes of past voices that in melodies of chaos sing,
As wind might whisper unto a listening ear.

~ Daniel F Mitchell

In The Day of No More Days

admin — Fri, 23 Jul 2010 01:38:06 +0000

In the Day of No More Days

In the day of no more days,
When flames of thought, high and hot,
Burn the vessel of clay to naught,
And forever in my mind arrays,

In the culminating hour,
When darkness and light share an opinion,
When time loses all dominion,
And death is stripped of power,

When I see beyond eternity,
With eyes of immortal fire,
With the voice of a celestial choir
I shall sing across infinity.

I shall sprout untethered pinions,
Wings of endless space.
With perpetuation as my face,
And seasons as my minions,

Across the sea in countless ships,
I shall sail away from sorrow and pain.
I shall count an immeasurable gain,
With timeless tomorrow at my fingertips,

Embracing fate as my sister,
When love and lovers have become one.
And though I kiss the eclipse of the sun,
My lips shall not blister.

~ Daniel F Mitchell

Life is but Once

admin — Sat, 17 Jul 2010 00:37:05 +0000

Life Is But Once

Where are you going?
What do you think shall come of you?
Time is quickly slowing.
Do you think your dream will come true?

I know that today
Is more certain than tomorrow.
And who can truly say
That happiness outlives sorrow?

Don’t wait for the bell
That rings for the regretful dunce.
Live every moment well.
Breath is dear, and life is but once.

~ Daniel F Mitchell

Rosen Arbor

admin — Wed, 07 Jul 2010 22:05:07 +0000

The Rosen Arbor

Stand beneath the rosen arbor tonight,
Harbored in a sanctuary of love,
Within a lattice of silver moonlight,
And bask in ardor showered from above.
Out beyond the sleeping grass, shadows drape
Branches barren and bereft of bird song,
To the weeping gaze void of will or shape –
Shades of gray which divide not right from wrong.
Yet, safe in the bosom of affection
You bide in the fold of this sacred place,
In the embrace of scattered reflection
Of purest love proffered no other space.
For strong is the structure framed by the heart,
That hate cannot mar nor time tear apart.

~ Daniel F Mitchell

I Muse Away

admin — Sun, 27 Jun 2010 03:37:01 +0000

I Muse Away

I muse away, day after day.
I pray for god beyond the desert track.
I’m not really sure just what to say -
Not really sure if I’ll ever get back.

In the end, I must depend
On my maker as my friend,
Or die of thirst in a foreign land,
As I quench my want with burning sand,
Making wishes to mirages on the way,
Musing away, day after day.

~ Daniel F Mitchell

Time and Place

admin — Tue, 15 Jun 2010 12:06:40 +0000

Time and Place

I sit on the back stairs, leaning against the rail,
Gazing up at constellations,
Failing to see any I know a name for.
But I have seen nameless stellar nations before,
That rise and fall. I shall never see them all.
Yet, I know that I am here, and they are there.
And name or not, none of us will fail
To be where we are,
At least until we find ourselves in another spot.
There are lots of spots. And there is lots of space.
And one spot seems as good as another.
A star is as close as a brother,
Or a friend, or beginning, or end.
There is a rabbit on the moon,
Carving out some ancient rune
About relationship and one’s place,
And how time is relative to all.
There is a small rabbit between my feet,
Waiting to go to his hutch for the night.
We might fair as well as anything.
For now, he listens. And I sing.
And out in the valley, a freight train
Wails like some cow lost in the rain.
I wonder why a train wails so, going up the grade.

~ Daniel F Mitchell

To The Victor

admin — Sat, 12 Jun 2010 15:10:09 +0000

To The Victor

Death, I defy thee!
My passionate breath
Warms thy sunless embrace.
Taste defeat then,
You uncompromising fiend,
For I rebuke thee!

My victory is won
Before I have lost,
For I have lived!

And eternity’s darkness
Cannot erase the mark
My soul has engraved upon it.

~ Daniel F Mitchell