What is Betwixt

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by pdoneil

by pdoneil

What is Betwixt?

The time betwixt
Is there a bridge to cross
Or a wall from which to fall?

The time betwixt
Is there a road of coal
Burning as it glows hot and cold
Binding the young and the old?

Betwixt the land and the sky
Do we stand peering into reflective eyes
Glimpsing snapshots of our souls?

Mirrored on tears
Are Raindrops filled fears.
Eyes shining bright
Reflecting day and night,
Remnants of a fight.
Visceral feathers in flight.

Betwixt the land and the sky
The water below reflects our emotional state;
Is it Winter's breeze
Or a Summer's sneeze?
A Wintery embrace
Or Summer' sunny face?
Spring on the wall
Before the Fall?

A bridge to cross
The crown of an earthen ring;
Pictorials of the end or the genesis of where to begin?
Do we traverse vectored to the verse
Or is the verse in reverse?

The time betwixt Love and Hate
No songs of my heartbreak
With each word I hear seeming fake
No melody that echoes when I am awake.

The time betwixt Joy and Pain
The rainbow and the rain.
The melody lingers
As the notes dissipates from my fingers.
Viscous and real
As an imaginary feel.

The time betwixt Hope and Despair
Is there hope that binds us here.
Braided with Love is the rope
On which we are tethered to ride the pendulum's swing
And the rainbow's lingering grin.

Betwixt the land and the sea
We build our castles with joyous glee
Upon the sand that undulates
In time to the onrushing and receding waves
Until our day to day
Has grounded us down
Light as a feather gleefully adrift.

Betwixt now and then
Stands the enemy - a lost friend.
Once bounded on hope
Now blinded by the rope.

Betwixt Love and Hate
Is the upturn digits of fate.
Take a lick and taste
The aphrodisiac that we should not waste.

Betwixt Life and Death
Is the initial and final breath
Captured in mental pictures
Eulogized in scriptures.
Pictorials running on the wall
Of all that was before the fall
Memories expressed by one and all.

Betwixt the morrows and tomorrows
Stands a statue burden with sparrows
Calling out each of our sorrows.

The time betwixt the penny toss
And the wishes that are lost
As the well runs dry
And the reason why
I wish the wishes away;
For they are as empty as the well
When drought is about.

Betwixt Lust and Desire
Are we to be burnt or cleanse by the fire.
Is it a Wizard waving a wand
At a Witch with a simmering cauldron in her hand?
Is it the lingering rust
Of just us.
In memory of the initial swoon
With me standing at high noon.
One left alone in an empty room
Clutching the shaft of an old broom.

Betwixt the chains that binds
And the freedom that blinds.
There are whispers at nights
Preludes to the passionate fights.

Betwixt the masks and the reveals
What lies beneath the conceal
As we wait with held breath
During life and death.
The lingering wait of fate.

Betwixt Lovers and Friends
Are the layers in which we are clothed
To be shedded or replaced
Depending on the emotional place.
Layers of lust
Layers of trust.
Oscillating between the shine and the rust.

Betwixt Now and Then
Do we pretend
That a Beginning is an END.