Dying to See

(An original poem by Ty Thomas)

On the wayside, lost in the rising smoke
of burning ships lighting across the sea,
trapped by my own hands, I wait for my death
for the flames to devour all in me

Past regrets surface, as I breathe no more
foreign doubts subdue my heart, dragging me
down, down
down . . .

a thought as alien as a new life
lilts softly through the current, shining bright
it pries open my eyes, forcing me to
see, see
see . . .

nothing is lost while the mind still wanders
nothing is silent when the waves crash down.
water, once stagnant, now bursting, alive
in tidal wonders of a spacious mind

Forgotten Dreams

(An original poem by Ty Thomas)

A dream lie forgotten by the bedside
crying out to be held again

Hope rests alone in the dust
slowly losing itself

Visions half-seen
Impressions half-thought
Ideas half-nurtured
Dreams half-chased

Are we so blind that we can not see
the message we are leaving?
We wonder why our younger selves
are slowly dying out. . .