Tag: night

Dark Magnificence

Born of blackest blackness

Without a trace of light

No candle glow

No single flame

To pierce the lens of sight

When out of dark magnificence

Mighty bang ensued

Veiled pitch relieved

All light redeemed

Every hope imbued.

Blessed be dark magnificence

Malevolence was torn

Atomic thunder

Shafted curse

Sight, to us, was born.

 

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Two Tides

There’s a pull from the moon,

As he’s smiling,

From the eyes

In the window of his soul,

There’s a mystery

He’s hiding, so beguiling,

Like he wants me

To swallow him whole,

So the light that he’s gathered

From the sun orb

Can be carried

Deep inside of me

And somehow, though

He’ll be trapped inside my person,

It will set our

Two tides free.

 

Envoys

Hush, can you hear the angels’ wings

in the breath of the air

mid the rain?

Quiet now, listen,

between drops as they fall,

a faint beat at my window pane.

A rustle, some drips,

a glimpse of wing white,

a stilled breeze through the shutters ajar,

they’ve paused for a moment,

my heart to explore

before journeying onwards afar.

Shush, I can hear them,

they’ve  halted too long,

this never has happened before.

Communion’s occurring,

I feel in their minds, weighing me up

but yet more.

Searching my soul,  

from the sills where they stand,

outside in the palest moonlight,

reading me well,

compassion descending,

a gift in the small hours of lost night.

Flutters I heard

as the peace came upon,

a stirring of feathers and gone,

their misson to mingle,

leave a token of white,

to all lonely, before moving on.

Stark Reality

cushioned oblivion

eyes closed to the weeping

hearing drowned in all dreams

reality altered

around us while sleeping

nothing quite as it seems

soothed by the angels

feted in slumber

purified innocent eyes

awaken to terrors, a

heaven more humbler

sleep the purveyor of lies

casting its light

in shadows of darkness

illusory nature of sleep

vile veracity

illumined day’s starkness

now hear those who must weep

Perfect Disparity

Where he goes she follows still.

Quo vadis? This her way,

Though guidance lacks illumination,

Direction gone astray.

Dimly lit the forest path,

Crescent slits dark blue,

Myriad beacons lost in night,

Light years unfiltered through.

Stars above cannot conceive

Of empty hollow space.

Should she now lead where he may go?

Alternate human race.

Or side by side,

In step, in tune,

Guided by

Night’s brightest moon

And daylight’s orb;

Disparate norm.

Day and night,

In perfect form.

Imagination

Sheltered in secret,

Quiet nook,

Imagination

Peeps to look

At what lies

Way out there.

 

Monsters in their

Magic dens,

Fairies fluttering

And then,

Sparkles

Fill the air.

 

Peep some more,

To better view,

Believe in things

Only partially true.

Possibilities

Abound.

 

Now standing in

Fairy forest ring,

I know, feel all

And heart does sing

At glories

All around.

 

Come, take my hand, I’ll guide you there,

Flying rug of woven gold,

Close your eyes and hold on tight,

Fantasies unfold

In darkened,

Blessed night.

 

When moon departs, to bow to sun

And endless sleep is through,

Fragmented figments will abide,

Subconscious mind to view

In early

Morning light.