The Reflection of Shadows: I Believe in Things Unseen

The Reflection of Shadows

A collection of moments

Fall is my favorite season. I barely get to experience it, rarely see leaves changing colors, but I bask in it's beauty nonetheless and wait for it anxiously each year.

Wind and Time

Golden-red, the leaves are plenty

Hanging by a thread with care,

Waiting for the music’s rhythm

‘Till they dance with you in air.

Playing in a nearby meadow,

Lifting here and there a tune,

Rising up and plunging downward,

Dancing to a deaf man’s tune.

Branches creek as you blow by them

Knowing now it’s time to rest,

All their leaves have left them lonely,

Now they welcome snow and mist.

Children hurry off the playgrounds,

With your strength you bring the cold,

Tiny swirling crystal moments

Flutter down to those below.

All the shivers, all the moments,

First the fall and then the night,

All the whispers that you’ve stolen

Captured in the breath of time.

Dusk in the Valley
Society 6
Melia Metikos

With fall comes my favorite holiday- Halloween. Horror movies, haunted houses, dressing my dogs in costumes, the chill in the air, and the magic that accompanies it - all things I look forward to immensely. During this time I think of Edgar Allan Poe, who has always been my favorite poet. I love his dark thoughts and the way he can make a poem haunt you with his words. Many of the poems from my youth were inspired by him. I even won a poetry contest in school because of a pretty dark poem I wrote about a funeral (or something, I can't remember) that freaked my mom out and had her constantly explaining, "Well, she, uh, really likes Poe and uh, she's a really nice, normal kid, really...". Oh, Mr. Poe. Such great talent. I know he was a tortured soul, but he made the world beautiful from his darkness.

Exploding

Ticking, ticking

Ticking, ticking

Ticking, ticking

In your mind.

Ticking, ticking

You can hear it.

Ticking, ticking

All the time.

Ticking, ticking

In your spirit.

Ticking, ticking

In your soul.

Ticking, ticking

You can feel it.

Ticking, ticking

Dark and cold.

Ticking, ticking

Your own time bomb.

Ticking, ticking

Going off.

Ticking, ticking

Not much time left.

With this ticking,

Ticking bomb.

Ticking, ticking

Best be saying,

What your mind

Is thinking now.

Ticking, ticking,

Now you’re playing,

Drawing out the

When and how.

Ticking, ticking

Getting closer.

Time is running

Out too fast.

Ticking, ticking

Inching forward,

Too long gone

For this to pass.

Ticking, ticking

One more moment.

Do you wish

To change your mind?

Ticking, ticking

Silence. Over.

No more ticking,

Ticking time.

I Believe

I believe in things unseen

And in the dreams I dare to dream,

In my mind, and in my visions

In a place where magic visits.

I believe in this, in you

In things I have not seen come true,

In silent whispers, stolen tears

In memories forged from prior years.

In other places, other worlds

Where death is lovely, yet a curse,

Where darkness beckons with a kiss

The innocence of tempted lips.

In sunsets rising, stars that shoot,

In places that are dark with soot,

In death and shadow, love and light,

Where my imagination lies.

I believe in strengths unknown

Buried deep within our souls,

In depths within yet undiscovered,

In learning to trust one another,

In simple truths we have not found,

That silence is the greatest sound,

That there is more to everything

If only we would just believe-

In the unseen and the unheard,

In things that are misunderstood,

In long lives and the fountains youth,

In searching for the hidden truth-

That once we welcome in the light

There will be nothing left to fight.

I believe that what we dream

Is more than just imagining,

It’s more than our revolving mind

It’s secret words lost over time.

It’s places that we long to see,

It’s everything that we believe.

Its every thought, idea, hope

That’s living out there, still unknown.

It’s undiscovered, blind to eyes

That veil what they wish to spy.

It’s stories told but long forgotten,

Myths and legends, memories haunted-

For I believe in things unseen,

In all the daydreams that I dream.

I believe in this, in you,

In things I wait to see come true.