Sapphire Ink

Welcome to the collection of poetry, short stories, quotes, and other works from the mind of The Knight of Sapphire. As he breathes, so too do does his creativity. He sheds not tears, but light.

[saberwing]

Barricaded Mind

Modern conservatives are not so informative,

Want to help a bleeding brother like a tourniquet,

Beware, the aid is only on the surfaces,

Condemning kinfolk to merciless negative hermitage.

[saberwing]

Fortuity

Behold the imagery an inevitability.

Blinks, snapshots; they're all with credibility

Embedded in your eyes is still life in captivity.

To be admired for their sincerity.

In spite of every single possibility,

See the epitome of ubiquity.

Admittedly, from now until infinity

Felicity of utmost humility

Serendipity

[saberwing]

Heathen

Fight the Light like sunshine fights the night.

Banishing it beyond the corners of the sea.

Divinity unfair, through darkness and despair,

Bowing to a despot is no life for me.

[saberwing]

It is well past the witching hour, The Night Owls creep and lurk. It truly is a melancholic night, Care to read some of my work?

The Knight of Sapphire

[saberwing]

Candlelit Famine

I love you,

I miss you,

And I really want to kiss you

To hug you,

And squeeze you

And never ever leave you

Today is tomorrow's

Yesterday full of sorrow

Since that's, the case then,

Hold me 'til I say when

If not, then that's fine,

There will never be enough time

For you are , a blessing,

Especially when undressing

You are, a gift,

That always keeps on giving,

I know that I'm dead,

But in your arms I'm living

Even if, it is just,

For a little while,

I know that, with me there,

I'll never cramp your style.

So if you can, just love me,

Like no one ever would,

Then one day, you will see,

I'll love you like no one could.

[saberwing]

Cilhouette

Peering in the smoke of my cigarette

White wisps form her soft silhouette

Learning so much, yearning for her touch

Can't get enough, But I want it so much

When she looks into these eyes of mine

My troubles feel just fine

Though it's fleeting, never enough time

Her love has no reason for my rhyme

Don't you feel like it melts away

Just Like winter blues in mid May

Can't you see the love bud blossom

As she plants me  in her bosom?

My roots have long since taken hold

Digging deep in search of that gold

That flows in her veins

As I take the reigns

Peering in the smoke of my cigarette

White wisps form her soft silhouette

Learning so much, yearning for her touch

Can't get enough, But I want it so much

I can't explain what she does to me

Can't complain, it feels so heavenly

Never a believer , What can I say?

After this dawn comes a new day

Teasing the words had me delirious

Nothing short of something mischievous

Since those sweet words have fallen out, thus

The two of them became one of us

Peering in the smoke of my cigarette

White wisps form her soft silhouette

Learning so much, yearning for her touch

Can't get enough, But I want it so much

[saberwing]

Where Life and Death Meet

It had been a long time coming, the night in which Caitlyn and Jack would finally hold in their arms the product of their love and need for each other. Though the thought of them coming together in a relationship confused and even appalled most, they both knew that there was something that laid deep beneath the surface. Almost a full year had come and gone before they truly understood that they would go a step further and kindle the fledgling flame of life. After an hour in the delivery room, draped in surgical garb, Jack did his best to make his beloved feel at ease throughout the process. As Caitlyn cried and yelled through it all, he was there to soothe and console his love. Then…it happened. The raven haired beauty gave one final agonizing shriek before laying her head onto the medical table below. “She isn’t breathing! Quickly! Stabilize the child!”, yelled the obstetrician. Jack looked away from her to glance over to the gathering crowd of physicians intent on saving their newborn baby girl. Within moments, the child was spared from a grim fate, being able to breathe the liberating breath of life. From his frantic expression, Jack gave a sigh of relief. It was soon cut short. A slender and clammy hand extended to barely grip his scrub-lined forearm. It was that of his lover, Caitlyn. It was clear to anyone that looked upon her that she was fading. And fast. She was pallid, sweating profusely and shivering. Glancing to the lower side of the table, the man noted the gathering pool of crimson that would forever be burned into his psyche. As he noticed, so did the staff and they tried to push him away from her, but he refused to move. His hand went to cup hers while another ran through her hair. “It’s okay, Cait. Try not to strain yourself much, hun. It’ll all be okay…” The sound escaping his lips were wavering and full of blind hope. Tears flooded his eyes and cascaded down his cheeks in a never ending torrent of sorrow. Caitlyn mouthed something, nowhere near audible under the symphony of haste and urgency that filled the room. Whatever it was, it was lost to the air, never to be recorded by any living soul. The feeble grip that remained upon his hands faded as her arm became heavier in the absence of life. “Time of death?” “2:48 A.M.” Just like that, she was gone. The only person that mattered in his pitiful life, the only one that truly cared for him and believed in him, was now lost to the eventual cold grasp of death. Jack lurched forward, being overcome with grief and the severity of his loss sinking in.  As he was tapped on the shoulder by one of the personnel, he tried his best to straighten his posture and compose himself. It wasn’t perfect, but it sufficed. “Sir, I am sorry for your loss, but your daughter needs a name.”, spoke the nurse as she gave him the firmly bound newborn. She was the most beautiful creature he had even laid his eyes on. Glancing over her minuscule features, he noted a small lock of hair that fell from her head and ended like a hook; Caitlyn had the exact same lock of hair.  He looked upon Caitlyn’s pale and motionless face. The was a small smile there, almost as if she came to terms with the end.”She isn’t just my daughter. She’s our daughter.” Tears welled up in his eyes once more as his focus cycled between the two. “Her name will be Caitlyn. Just like her mommy.” The last word was strained, making him sob and bringing the newborn close to his chest gently. Jack spoke softly, barely a whisper in the air. “Can you believe it, Caitlyn? I’m a Daddy now, and you’re a Mommy.”                       ”We did it…”                                                               ”We did it…”