One horizon sets
and another one falls
stuck within the confines
of the same four walls
A half moon rises
when I wished for it full
I grasp another shooting star
and thrust it into my skull
One, two, three, or more
knife marks in my heart
I step back to the beginning
defeated, I go back to the start
Scott Mitchell
2017
My own name may suffer
for everything I’ve lived in past
Yet I’ve wondered if a chance
would ever come to me at last
I’ve wondered if there’s just one
who has survived the war of souls
Iron sharpens iron, my queen
and we’re making big goals
You’re testing my deepest parts
and remind of what I once dreamed
Those times that I soon discovered
that nothing was as it seemed
Where were YOU
when my soul was being shredded
when my head was cursed with rain
I was looking for you, my souls bride
for hopes of you I fought through the pain
then, all of a sudden
you and your shoulder were right there
and I was always offering mine
Now we find ourselves standing here
and we’re more than friends this time
Where are WE?
We’re the artist souls
in a world that doesn’t rhyme, except
in the moments we share together
where I’m declaring that you are mine
like no other before
indulging in you, my one and only
a merge never up for debate
Reaching the summits constantly
as we’re living the love we make
in our own reign
the storm is over, thunder settled, lightning struck
but what about the aftermath in glaring eyes
Staring with awe, into the expanse
we’ve found where our horizon lies
Scott Mitchell
25 June 2017
Sonatas, be surely defined
when closed lush lips, to his soul
whisper the sweetest wine
Horizons, be known to endure
in low light when the moon ignites
as he consumes what once was yours
Stars, grasped as a tigers mane
stilettos point to the sky
in sharp reciting of his name
~
SM
22 Dec 2014
Evoking the Deep 