POETRY BY NICHOLAS TANA

Nicholas Tana is a Disney-published author, an award-winning writer and director, and a professional musician. He is the author of the sci-fi graphic novel eJUNKY and the comedy-horror franchise Hell's Kitty (web series, graphic novel, and award-winning musical).

When not creating or caring for his daughter, Nicholas runs Smart Media L.L.C., his own production company. He is a member of the Science Fiction & Fantasy Writers Association.

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SHADOW GIRL

There once was a little girl
Who lived half in this world
And saw things differently
Like shadows on the wall

And when she looked at you
It was like she saw right through
All the things you were meant to do
Like shadows on the wall

If you ever get to meet this girl
She’ll probably not talk to you
But she’ll sense that she knows you, too
Like shadows on the wall.

FADED DREAMS

Your every breath
Reminds me of mortality;
How narrow the airways,
Which breathe life—

The beat of our hearts
The blood in our veins
Connecting us
Upon hidden highways of possibilities

Like faded dreams
No more real, however,
Than thoughts, which remain:
Our worlds.

Will you know me
In another lifetime?
Will you love me
For eternity?

Until like passing ships or parting lips
Beneath some starry night
We shall meet again as flowers and fertilizer
Our scents of time, birth, decay–
Shaded memories
Of what might have been or what may still be....

THE MAN WHO PAINTED RAINBOWS
In loving memory of Nicholas Caramonta, a gifted colorist and friend.

The cruelest game
Is the one that tries to make losers of us all—
But there are those among us who will still try to win.
Who will spit fire into the cold, harsh reality and laugh!
Who will stand naked, shouting against stormy clouds, taking refuge in rain,
Whose voice lures the light, despite the pain, to shine forth once again.

An artist, a friend, a father, a husband; someone with soul, 
The man who painted rainbows—
Who gave blessings with the kindest of words,
Despite his own turmoil and strife,
Thinking of others, always,
Now, I’m left recalling our late-night ruminations on life.

It’s with heavy heart I bare fond memories of you
And bid thee farewell, for now, my friend….
May we meet again, in another world (perhaps),
A place far better than this—
But, until then, may your spirit shine on in our memories, and in your kin
For us, your life does not end, for you, another begins.