DANIELLE
SIOBHAN
COLE
DEATH
Death-
The moment of truth.
The moment we are all waiting for--
The moment we work for our whole lives,
Every word spoken,
Every thought thought,
Every picture viewed,
Every memory,
Every heartbeat...
All added together in one large sum of a lifetime.
Death-
The moment you say your goodbyes to the world you've known... the world you knew.
The moment your eyes shut, your heart stops, and you move on to a better world,
One with no war,
One where you live not on a heart, but on a dream.
A world you created through your life.
A world you wanted with all your heart.
And that's what you got.
The moment you want that world with every last piece of your heart,
Every last love,
Every last beat,
You get it.
You get it for your heart.
Your heart stops only because you want that world so much,
You're willing to give your heart for it- die for it.
Death-
The moment of truth,
The moment your heart desired.
The moment you put all of your effort into to reveal to you your world,
The moment only you can't imagine.
And that is the mystery of death.
You want it so much eventually that you'll to die for it.
But it, you do not even know what it is--
And yet you want it so badly.
Death-
The moment of truth.
January 1st 2006
THE STORY OF A MOMENT
The pebbles of youth have dropped,
Slipped from your open palm.
The gemstones of aging draw nigh,
Shimmering and sparkling they slip by.
Life is too short to linger,
Too long to sit alone.
Life is a miracle,
A brilliant mistake.
Life is a heartbeat,
Quenched only by fate.
May 13th 2006
THE CHILDS DREAM
Over the crest of spun sugar,
To the elegant caramel wake,
The waves of the river Hypnotic sing a tune to my writhing taste,
The sweet smell of the chocolate trees,
The marshmallow clouds above,
Draw to my attention,
The noise of a cocoa dove.
The bubbling swoosh of Hypnotic,
The swirling candied pull,
The soothing feel of the caramel as it sweeps up past my knees.
And with the plop of a gumdrop button,
I awake upon blue, blue seas.
May 2006
HITCH YOUR WAGON
Hitch your wagon to a star,
And let it carry you on far,
High above all human life,
Up beyond eternity.
Do not get caught between the strife,
For the destruction of all life.
Far beyond intimacy,
Thirsting for land,
You may find yourself hand in hand…
With the sun.
Its rays burning a hole in your being.
And there is nothing,
No hope of further seeing,
No motion of gratitude,
Expressed at such high altitude.
You are gone.
Just a figment of your own imagination.
Lifeless,
Breathless,
And yet still whole.
So if by chance you come to travel far,
You may just want to hitch your wagon to a star.
May 2006
MUSIC
Music is within all.
A simple note can be found in the smallest of things.
A drop of dew is ringing with bells.
A small feather plucked from the breast of a bluebird is playing a sweet symphony.
An orchestra sits ready to play at will within the heart of a field mouse.
The bees are buzzing with music, loud and soft tones circling them always.
Music is within all.
Everyday, every minute, every second, a heartbeat hums a melody.
Your eyes can only see the outer beauty of music.
You must play.
To experience the full meaning of music,
You must play.
Did you ever wonder,
Why, when you are in a group of happy people the floor below your feet seemed to vibrate?
Seemed to move slowly and cheerfully?
Your bones can feel the music.
In any form,
Shape of size,
Your bones can feel the music of happy people.
Music is within all.
Lavish tunes can be heard everywhere,
Every moment of creation sings its own song.
You have taught me just one form of sweet music.
Loud and soft,
Perplexing and understanding,
Thoughtful and soulful,
Music.
Sweet music.
I will always remember the music you taught me,
The skills you gave me,
My ideas you let soar.
And your hope,
Hope for me.
Music is within all.
Two of the smallest words are filled with music,
Two of the smallest words for you.
Thank you.
2006
I AM NOT
I am not dead.
Not truly tormented as the earth never ending its cycle;
Once round, then round again...
Not merely cast aside as a helpless wildflower plucked from its roots and whisped off by the wind or yet beaten down by hard relentless raindrops.
I am not ashamed, as death when it knocks on ones door then disappears, silently, off to the next.
I am not alive, as the hummingbird, beating its wings invisible.
And I am not alone, as the cold, harsh wind, traveling for miles without but a friend.
November 16th 2006
THE SANGUINE SUNFLOWER
As the sunflower,
Beaten by rain,
Whipped by wind,
Lashed by hail...
Yet still when the rising sun appears,
It lifts its wilted head and smiles;
Just for life,
Once more.
November 16th 2006
HARVEST MOON
And silver are the roses
Guarding heavens golden gate,
Behind which looms a shadow,
The shadow of eternal fate.
A luminous, glowing sphere rises to the stars,
Until at last it breaks free of heavens flow'ry bars,
Approaching softly, slows, then past,
The Harvest Moon rests at last, embedded, brilliant,
Among stars.
December 2006
I AM NOT AFRAID
I am not afraid to whisper,
Not afraid to sit alone,
Not afraid to count the moonbeams,
Follow them all the way home,
I am not afraid to say I love you,
Nor to stand in the ocean and watch the waves sweep and the wind blow,
But the one thing I am afraid to do,
Is to truly let you go.
November 16 2006
UNTITLED
The tear that rolled then down her cheek and to her breast was like a translucent amethyst;
Born from eyes of golden lust, as is the rain that sprinkles dusk.
Washed in sorrow, black as night, left to sulk in a woeful fright, like a stray creature at the dark of night.
Streams of silver, bathe in light, like a dove perched from flight.
The heart beats strong, loud and long;
Each beat throbs against her chest,
Making it hard to take a breath,
As if her lungs had collapsed on in,
Leaving her to rest out her life of sin.
November 30th 2006
DRIFTING TO SLEEP
Her eye lids are heavy,
The glazed pupils, fully dialated behind them gaze off into the distance.
Then they slowly droop shut.
She lays on her stomach,
Slowly drifting off into an undisturbed sleep.
The rhythmic duo of heartbeat and breath peacefully in sync,
Track the seconds of her slumber.
Dreaming dreams so deep the mind cannot embody them; and leaving her with an untouched memory when the first ray of the rosy sun rises in the sky.
2007
PRESSURE
And yet not from silver, lulled from gold, not plumes of ruby, emerald or amethyst cold.
Eyes held captive, locked by fate,
Snarled wisdoms' webs woven into a woeful state.
Frightened whispers below my feet,
Purged.
From figures in which darkness meet.
Silence breathes cool whispers in my ear,
Haunting and twisting that which I hear.
Carved smiles, chiseled into stone still faces,
Embedded into walls of ancient places.
Phantasms oppressed by scathing might,
Wholly diluted by lack of light.
Pressure pushing down upon my chest,
Caging in the beating heart within my breast.
And topaz veins streamed with life, bronzy lungs tighten with strife, yet effort strained time and again,
Opal eyes close lifeless, washed in blank dreams tormented by sin.
April 27th 2008
FUTURE
Future-
The dream of a lifetime,
The shadow of the past;
Future-
The glint of a moonbeam,
The warmth of a smile;
Future-
The echo of a heartbeat,
The rhythm of a breath;
Future-
The anticipation of a song yet to come,
The days that have not passed;
Future-
The glimpse of a moment,
The wish for a fairytale;
A lifetime with love and desire, with hope to prospire, with happiness and sadness,longing and gladness,
The future holds what no one can see,
Yet when it passes so many, blindly let it stream by,
Missing the moment of eternal bliss,
The second they had been waiting to come,
The future is simply within you,
A future you created with the choices you have made.
So do not close your eyes and wait for the future you have hoped for to come to you,
Take a breath,
The future is you.
February 22nd 2009
MEMORIES
Old, yet fun memories,
The times we have had,
The moments never missed,
The love that we shared,
The life full of bliss,
Memories,
Washed away with the past,
Silent dreams of emotions
Whisped around with exhaustion,
Hours pass by, they vanish- stand still, then slip by,
Once again, wasting the memories,
Wanting the old days.
Where is the spark?
The fire of the past?
The love you once gave...
Is it gone now?
Mere memories?
April 16th 2009
DOWN BY THE POND
On a bright, sunny day,
Orange and yellows dance and play;
Black and whites on their way,
Want to join the grand ballet.
Laying down as I say, "hum diddle diddle hum diddle day."
To the beat the trees do sway,
A full on quartette, a full forte.
As I sit and watch them play,
I wish to myself, and wish I may,
That you were here to join my stay.
You may ask me, oh some day, "Can I see them dance and play?"
I will smile, as if to say,
You may see them when you may.
So on a bright, sunny day, I'd call me lucky, if I may,
For only the lucky, as to say,
Can watch the fishes dance and play.
2009
THE CHANCE
The chance,
The chance of a dream,
The dream of a lifetime,
A lifetime of love,
Love consumes the heart,
The heart knows beauty,
Beauty reaches the stars,
The stars light the sky,
The sky knows no limits,
Limits surround society,
Society breeds commotion,
Commotion embraces reality,
Reality gives us hope,
Hope to carry on a better future,
The future allows for dreams,
Dreams open the mind to chance,
The chance of a lifetime.
September 2nd 2009
LOVE
What is love?
A strong feeling of adoration -
A commitment to care forever -
A knowledge of personality -
The connection of two beings beyond the friendship level.
What is love?
A calm breeze over a rippling lake -
A warm hug on a chilly day -
A vow of faith -
What is love?
The deep breaths of a baby puppy -
The taste of a newly baked cookie -
The scent of freshly picked flowers -
The huge down comforter that holds you at night...
What is love?
A notion -
An echo -
An antique -
A vow -
An oath -
The truth?
Or
Or simply a myth -
What is love, but a mystery.
September 2nd 2009
REFLECTION ON BEAUTY
Beauty is a word that I believe has grown to have an inaccurate definition in our lives today. People think of beauty as the models we see in thousands of glamour magazines; they think of it as beautiful actors in popular films, and they think of it as the need to be slender, sometimes to an extreme. People think of beauty as only skin-deep. The entire notion of beauty has been twisted and warped by our society, blocking out the individual and human instinct of something one perceives as beautiful. As stated by an old proverb, "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." This leads my personal definition of beauty: Beauty is but an illusion, there is no way to describe it to another, for once it is spoken from ones lips it immediately becomes a simple opinion. Beauty can be found in so many places, shapes, sizes and colors. Beauty is truly something individual. Although beauty is chosen variously by the eyes of its beholder, it is perceived by everyone, at different times, in different places and about different things. Beauty is something that can be found in everything if one is simply willing to see it.
2008
DREAM
My dear,
Dream -
Stars of gold and silver,
Dream -
Moonbeams and sun-rays, magenta, orange and yellow,
Dream -
Elements of pure excellence.
My dear,
Dream -
Happy faces, open arms and empty spaces,
Dream -
Sunset, sunrise, no surprise, just -
Dream -
The warmth of summer, the chill of winter, my hand in yours.
Just dream.
My dear,
Dream.
October 1st 2009
TIMELESS
Day by day,
Hour by hour,
Minute by minute,
Moment by moment,
Beat by beat,
Breath by breath,
Soundlessly, silently,
My mind, always in constant motion.
To be the sun, rising, rising, smiles, then sets.
To be the moon, month by month proceeding in transfiguration.
To be the stars, open arms, open eyes, open hearts, ready to embrace you.
To be me, pensive, thinking in circles, in perfect spheres of make belief.
Breath by breath,
Beat by beat,
Moment by moment,
Minute by minute,
Hour by hour,
Day by day,
I close my eyes,
And all I can see is you.
October 10th 2009
YOUR EYES
You have eyes of clear blue skies,
Sunsets, sunrise,
Cloudy, yet heavenly bright,
Daydreams and fantasies,
Drown me in your eyes,
Mystery, joy,
Beauty and hope,
Different with every blink,
A perfect sphere composed of thousands of wonders.
A single gaze can capture a butterfly,
Hold in rapture the crescent moon,
Calm even the most uneasy of hearts,
And bind me with unending emotion.
You have eyes of clear blue skies,
Of green rolling valleys,
Of calm peaceful waters,
Of twinkling stars in the night air,
Of pure, crystal happiness,
Of beauty and warmth,
Of opaque confusion yet without lies,
For you my dear, have eyes of clear blue skies.
December 2nd 2009
IN HONOR OF MY GRANDMOTHER
Come with me,
In green, grassy meadows,
In valleys flooded with light,
Sunny steps and smiling looks,
Pick flowers, then, by night,
Oh come with me,
When the wind blows,
We'll dance in the cool evening air,
We'll sing our songs to the stars above,
And braid each other's hair.
Please come with me,
As the red sun rises and reaches o'er the sky,
I'll hold you tight in my arms spread wide,
And we'll listen to the birds in the rye.
Come with me,
I long to gaze deep into your eyes,
Hear your voice -
See your smile -
And sense you by my side.
Oh come with me,
Please come with me -
But green, grassy meadows are gone,
Wilted into browns and grays,
Empty - save for a sound,
The weeping of an anguished child,
Perched between the broken rye,
Oceans of tears fresh in her eyes,
Bent over she sobs and cries.
Come with me,
As I wish you would,
To see the clear blue skies -
But in a dream world now,
A world of memory after memory,
A world now, where you and I sit side by side
And once again I can gaze into those eyes.
March 2010
THE GIFT
Life is a very precious gift.
It is given to us as an unopened package.
A simple empty box,
Wrapped in plain paper,
Waiting for us to open its lid,
Fill it with everything joyous and meaningful in our lives,
And decorate its wrapping with the story of our lifetime.
2009
FALLING
To move as the raindrops do,
To glide swiftly from the skies above,
Elegantly traveling through space in remarkable time,
Curiously watching the world draw closer and pass by,
Until, at last, reaching the inevitable fate,
As the small gems shatter into millions of pieces -
Liquid molecules dancing across the pavement...
September 2012
DARLING
Gazing,
Fixed on empty space,
Large, black and spinning before my eyes,
My mind wanders through a sea of intangible daydreams and recent memories.
Heavy eyelids begin to close...
And I feel the soft warmth of your cheek against mine,
Yet as my shadow, your fleshy touch fades with the darkness,
Brown eyes stare back through the hazy reflection,
Approaching reality as they blink rhythmically in tandem with my own.
Like a whisper, I hear your voice,
Murmuring my name - the way you do.
Softly at first,
Then louder accompanied by your breath on my neck,
Breaking my gaze, I turn to look into your eyes...
Only to be met with absent longing,
My heartbeat rings in my ears,
A chorus of emotions.
Just thinking of you,
I can never seem to stop.
Caressing your body in my mind,
Time and time again.
Your smile, your laugh, your smell...
Your touch.
Comforts me, yet keeps me longing to be with you.
Darling -
Hold me and I'll kiss you,
Kiss me -
For I love you.
October 8th 2012
GRIEF
Time passes like a steady drum,
Each beat the story of a lifetime.
Every moment spilling over with a stream of emotions,
as a cup filled long past its brim.
Happiness, tranquility, awe... sorrow.
All droplets in this cup of an individuals lifetime.
It is not for one to say when someones drum will stop beating,
When the spark will live on solely as a spectacular memory,
But rather for us to pause in our busy lives and in mourning, celebrate the beauty and joy of that individuals lifetime.
The melody of memories that she wove into a glorious song for the world to remember her by.
It is with this piece of music, her music,composed by the rhythm of her drum and every special moment that passed with her over the course of her lifetime,
that we can look upon the day with thankful eyes and a loving heart in memory of an extraordinary woman, who will continue to live on within the hearts of her loved ones.
March 17th 2013