Carndo (Bill Whitehorn)

[carndo]

the old cold north
has come to play
wind blows
howling like an angry wolf
daring anyone to step within that circle
teeth like daggers
which rage like a screaming child
bitter pain
felt within the bones
yet one hears the whisper
don't go outside

[carndo]

within the darkness below
where those shadows jeer and laugh
yes poke fun of those that they can
yet it matters not
no one is paying attention
and why should they?
instead
life continues
the light finds away
whether some want it or not
yes there's a balance
to most everything
though it's up up us
to simply find it

[carndo]

what does draw us to a certain reflection?
is it our arrogance
or vanity?
or is it maybe
just curiosity
that nabs us
when we aren't paying attention
those dark shadows
that remain within
that rippled bend
within the next corner
where we find that need to explore
those spaces
within a certain discovery
which has certain intrigue
that somehow
needs to be satisfied

[carndo]

that fog rolls back
into the distance
where visibility is almost nill
and yet
it really matters not
for the day continues
into that world of water
where oceans mire
within a certain siren's call
singing to those sailors dream
where their voyages find
those ports of call
within the four corners
most have never traveled to
only fancied within their dreams
or heard about within tales
they've read about
or seen in some documentary
within National Geographic
and yet...
some answer that call

[carndo]

it's funny
many talk about the month that they were born
and what it might mean
from a certain point of view
and if you really look at it
Does it really matter?
logically I could see it
within that certain lens
and yet...
I do have a pulse
not everyone centers their belief
within myths
ancient as they may be

[carndo]

soul ships
that rise within the horizon
into what purpose
is anyone's guess
yet they sail into new ports
where that journey
finds a destination
within the winds
of the four corners
those coastlines
of unknown civilizations
that rest within a certain imagination
those autumn constellations
where one can see Taurus
within the stars

[carndo]

those green eyes
that follow your ginger hair
rich within that touch of time
where someone finds that warmth
within the heart
where an angel smiles
telling that they care
sweet smells
from that vanilla perfume
seasons found within the sun
where romance finds that passion
communion with that bliss
lingering into that oblivion
where emotion searches
whatever it can

[carndo]

within that granite shore
where the lighthouse warns
for the upcoming storm
where the rain
finds that rumble
within the lightning
winds rise and howl
waves crash
on through the day
and yet
somehow brings that change
unexpected into the seasons
and yet
when the storm subsides
a certain rainbow
brings that promise
as to what
only time will tell

[carndo]

that cacophony
of voices
which arises
unexpectedly
within the chorus
yet somehow
in that simplicity
something is lost
uncertainty
within those echoes

[carndo]

silly things that
keep one honest
carefree
somehow matter
don't ask me why
they just do

somehow they simply
keep one young
in the is world of confusion
where reality bites one
in their vision of logic

and yet
simplicity
within that child's eye
shows one
a perspective
that most take for granted

[carndo]

serenaded
within that time
where a simple harmony
finds that place
deepened only
within a memory
where lyrics
are spoken
as a whisper
softly as the wind
reminders
on echoes
rewritten
only in a moment

[carndo]

that echo
rising within the silence
where whispers of winds
call those tales
hidden for the most part
within the waves
where sirens dwell
that history
in which changes reality
constellations
within the stars
where the ocean
spoke of memories
eternal
within time itself

[carndo]

wind whispers
through those echoes
that reach
within that silence
forever touching
beyond the common place
those arches
that stand as sentinels
guarding monuments
to some silent god
yet in that eon
those myths
that once had priority
now somehow is lost

[carndo]

yes...
maybe I am learning to roar
in my own way
allowing myself
to be myself
without constraints
learning to stretch my wings
and whisper in the winds
to explore
what one can
discover new surroundings
within those horizons
that bring surprises
allowing that growth
in which one can continue
as they travel
within life's path

[carndo]

those deep undertones
the recess
within the wind
allowing paranoia
to overwhelm
common sense
that current
of fear
that permeates
and revises
certain truths
and one asks
simply
why?