"Beneath moonlit skies
.............how romantic
young Adam dies
.............how shocking
believe it or not
this is what you've got
On the winds of the North
as Eve back and forth
didn't you hear the blast? Victorious !
Some gemini scratching scribblings now tell
the end of this chapter through heaven and hell
wisdom could easily be foolish as well
chasing butterflies in gardens lush
this Amleth rocking."
Greetings my star-gazing friend,
I am unsure of ur musical taste yet I thought these fitting perhaps...loving the background picture and ur page in general...be well until later time comes
Whenever you are able my dear Sister,I've waited till Yesterday (indeed Now is the Seventh)to tell you what you have found in your own words,
'Only 7 nights have passed,
Since I left the only home,
I have ever known;
Yet it feels like I never left,
And as if I have always been here.
The sun of my past is setting,
And the virgin moon is beginning to wax…
Bringing me closer to the inevitable eclipse,
Of the two ancient ones.
Only then can they merge with one another,
And the blessed union,
When two become one~holy trinity~'.
Darkest Greetings Ariel, I dusted off one of my older, yet more creative poem for you. I hope you like it my friend...
"Spirit Sky"
Only 7 nights have passed,
Since I left the only home,
I have ever known;
Yet it feels like I never left,
And as if I have always been here.
The sun of my past is setting,
And the virgin moon is beginning to wax…
Bringing me closer to the inevitable eclipse,
Of the two ancient ones.
Only then can they merge with one another,
And the blessed union,
When two become one~holy trinity~
Opposite, yet equal~
Balanced extremes…
Their dance through Time,
Eternally bring them back to each other,
For reasons only they can remember,
When they are finally together~
Only to drift away from one another again~
To exist alone,
Until their next reunification…
Only the creation of two, the third~
The spirit of the sky,
Patiently & unobtrusively,
Watches the necessary cycle…
Waiting in silent torment,
For the moment,
When they finally meet,
Giving Her the voice to speak~
To explain it all.
Until the cycle begins again…
Leaving the soul behind,
As the two bodies follow,
Their separate paths,
Away from each other.
And as the distance between them widens,
They slowly forget the reasons why~
Forget that they remain eternally together,
Within the wings of the Spirit Sky…
Dawn is coming,
The Moon has almost finished Her descent,
Into the illusion of the edge of the Earth.
The birth of Day,
The death of Night~
The 24 hour symbolic suicide,
Resurrection of the two immortals,
Perfected by Time…
Reawakened,
The Sun begins His slow rise,
To the highest point in the Spirit Sky,
Where for that sacred moment,
He felt at one with Himself,
But as Time passes,
He realizes that He is incomplete.
Struggling,
In vain,
He tries not to fall again;
Yet a voice whispers that he must.
Though He doesn’t understand why,
He surrenders and starts to drift downwards,
Until His confusion explodes passionately~
Colouring the sky,
With His fiery rays…
In despair,
The colours begin to fade,
As does He,
Setting into the endless sea.
Then there is nothing~
Nothing, but darkness,
For there will be no light,
On this blackened Night…
But Time is not as merciful as the Sky,
It forces the Sun to arise & shine,
In all His misery.
The Spirit Sky feels the pain,
Of one of Her creations,
And though She realizes that it is necessary,
She fills Herself with the blackest clouds,
And tries helplessly to shield Him,
To hold Him with the colour,
Of His sister Night.
Though unaware of why,
He feels this strange colour soothing…
As He began to, once again, descend,
The Spirit Sky knew that it was time…
A soft whisper awakened the Moon from Her long slumber,
And She knew what She must do.
Sleepily, She rose,
Waiting for the sky to become the deepest blue~
Waiting for that perfect moment,
To reveal all but a crescent of Herself,
To all the world.
At that precise moment,
As she swept aside the blanket of cloud,
She caught a glimpse of a sliver of light,
Sinking quickly into the sea~
It looked like Her,
Or so it seemed…
It filled Her with memories,
That faded like last night’s dream.
Somehow drawn to this strange image,
She began to glow,
But as time passed She became tired~
Her light dimmed and she began to dream,
Of Her mysterious twin…
The Spirit Sky, feeling Her curious longing,
And knowing of Her Brother’s utter emptiness,
Prepared the Heavens,
And made them crystal clear,
In order for the solitary partners to catch a glimpse of each other,
Before their dance of ascension & descendtion separated them.
Without a moment to lose,
The Spirit Sky invoked the Sun to rise~
Just one more time~
And as He lifted above the mountains,
He saw Her…
A faded crescent of the most beautiful iridescence,
Blue~white light.
He then knew His missing destiny,
In His excitement, he rose fast,
And began to shine,
But as His light filled the sky,
She started to fade.
Not understanding why She was leaving,
He called to Her,
As if sensing Him, She opened Her eyes,
To see that Her vision was real,
Not just a dream.
She fought with all Her strength to stay,
But the darkness encased Her.
She went away…
In denial, He would not~
Could not accept that it was His light,
That made Her disappear,
But as He reached the highest point,
In the Spirit Sky,
He knew it was true.
This knowledge possessed Him,
With the most indescribable rage & pain.
The sky shape shifted~
From crystal blue to pitch black.
The clouds writhed,
The wind began to howl,
And together they cried,
The tears of an endless rain…
I was inspired to leave you one of my poems on your page. I was unsure which one to give you, but I think this one will suffice my dark friend. May the Angels wing you to your rest...
"Still Waters Run Deep"
Atop a stairwell at the bottom of a wishing well,
Some kind of dead end street lie before my feet,
A new journey or a sign of defeat?
Though down here, memory eludes me.
No desire to ascend, no yearning for an end.
Just here, quiet & still.
Gone, but not missed & full of free will...
Sitting upon a moss capped rock, my body feels no sickness here...
And I ponder, where I was before this,
Have I always been in this place?
Or perhaps I am dreaming another's wish on a ripple once cast in this still water...
Thoughts come with much strain now,
though not accompanied by pain somehow.
Flesh is cold & numb, only able to feel the liquid surround.
Motionless, yet thy senses abound...
Limbs are heavy & weighed to the ground...
Still not knowing how I got here & wondering if I had ever left,
my heart began beating hard over my left breast...
In a habitual panic, I looked down, only to realize my lower half was one with the water & the unseen depth below...
The pounding was deafening, my eyes quivered, my veins pulsed so deep & hard,
Leaves tore through my pale, paper thin skin...
Wrapping blood dripping green up & around, circular & alive...
My hands had turned to the reddish grey brickwork that made this under ground tunnel.
Becoming one, I felt my face crack & chip~ eroded by my environment...
And then I knew, I am the well, the wish, and the coin that fell.
Ripple on or say farewell...
Symbol of Hope or self made Hell...
A penny for your thought?
I've got two cents to sell :o)
