Wish.

At fleeting winds, did,
Clear somewhat, angry,
Veils, fluttering, at touch,
Attempt revoked, in deep want,
Understand, yours such qualm.
Open heart, a blinding truth,
Shut thyself, better liked,
But once rejoiced, craving,
Wisdom, for mine ending.

~ IelfphilRaven.

Dealings.

For smiles retain irk,
In faces, suddenly pressured.

String doings around great,
Effort for, to startle,
Entertain, boats of fools,
And sing, bleaching intelligence,
To such desperateness, unknown,
Skinning, scarily into stone.

And pointless, laugh,
A mist, fanning into minds,
The smoke, blurring points,
Talk, idle, hints rejoice,
Swirling into an understanding,
Forgotten, time's theft.

If that was, petty churlishness,
How incredulously, grudging sounds,
If worry entwines widely,
With gaining dislike,
How much time, helplessly,
Shall a stroke, distress?

Only shall right flow,
Run truth, spreading wisely.

~ Ielfphil Raven.

Morning.

Full many a glorious morning have I seen,
Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye,
Kissing with golden face the meadows green,
Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;
Anon permit the basest clouds to ride,
With ugly rack on his celestial face,
And from the forlorn world his visage hide,
Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace:
Even so my sun one early morn did shine
With all-triumphant splendor on my brow;
But, out alack, he was but one hour mine,
The region cloud hath masked him from me now.
Yet him for this my love no white disdaineth;
Suns of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth.

~ Rahul.

A Part Seperate.

If from the forthcoming past,
I changed, Halved by self, remained,
Would feel filled brimming,
Rather is stolen, or first empty,
Breathing expect and flowing lies,
Dripping an authority false,
Over strained stained bond,
Perception veiling heart,
Of self, only consolation,
Twice unexpected, does,
Relieve glowing faintly,
Recognition, Plead, Forgive.

~ Ielfphil Raven.

She Walks In Beauty.

She walks in Beauty, like the night,
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And all that's best of dark and bright,
Meet in her aspect and her eyes,
Thus mellowed to that tender light,
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace,
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face,
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

~ Rahul.

Shifting Moments.

Tomorrow shall become shapely,
But today, grainy, through,
Which seeps forth expectation,
Greatly hued of anticipation,
Being interrupted, being transcendent.

Minds create, sewing dreams,
Where sweetness swathes surrealism,
Even if, together,
That which it drains,
Is itself, tasting bitter.

Goes creativity, blooming unease,
Sprouts a certainness,
Ever so close, if closeness to,
What becomes and became,
In all, differently aching.

The intake inked, spreads,
Blackening what remains,
Peculiarly a stemming affirmation,
Soaking it, adding grays,
A gray game, undecided.

Faithfulness complimenting forwardly,
A repetition of chains clinging,
Sharply they conquer,
If only wielded, converged,
Hope, greatly at stake.

~ Ielfphil Raven.