Star of five my life

Autumn skies fill my shadows with light so corrupt,

one step away from my end I fall into this winter.

Eyes light up while playing dead to the living,

searching the five pointed star within myself.

I feel the flames burning my heart into submission,

weakness sets in dancing fires of tomorrow,

twisting what is left to be seen in my pain.

The earth accepts the seedling bearing my lips,

growing into the very tree of life in my mother’s eyes,

leaves change into the rainbow of death my life,

taken for granted my touch finds solitude.

Air blending into my whispers taking a breath,

whistle for my soul the song of dreams,

ending in me this tornado of fear gripping me,

up and out my way carried upon my angel’s wings.

Water takes me in and changes the pain I once knew,

emotional touch underlining the man I am,

able to fall I am willing as all light becomes my day,

embraced by passion my eyes speak for themselves.

Spirit cries for my heart to understand,

how life and death are somehow beautiful,

evading the end my demise invaded by hope,

seeking out what can only be found within my life.











Johnny Newell