Beheld

Beheld - Scott Mitchell scottandmaureen

Many sailors have navigated great seas and some survive the episodes of a deep abyss, to reach shore and pen memoirs


Footprints

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

Shoes off, so I can feel the sand
with only the sound of breeze
on a beach covered in prints
a sole soul is set at ease

 

Scott Mitchell

2017

 


The Storm is Over

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


Tryst

Tryst


Flamme

Flamme by Scott Mitchell


Ensemble

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


Eyes don’t lie

Eyes don't lie