Guest guest Posted March 26, 2006 Report Share Posted March 26, 2006 Can you feel it? There's a sublime energy pulling me down, returning me to the Good Earth, like a seed ready to burst free like a sea beast, left shelless, though I am the ground I fall upon, though I have been swallowed whole, I shall break open, a new seedling, a great oak, and in years to come, gnarling, concentric-circled I shall hide under a silver bark, even though I shed leaves in my autumn hair, even though I wear a heavy coat of white, my limbs shall stretch towards heaven touch the golden sun, nearer to thee, my God, my father nearer to thee, my God, my mother and when the light of the moon breaks clouds in a midnight-blue sky, I shall surrender to starlight, falling in a cool cool river, nearer to Thee, ....and the raw wind shall call me, remember my name in the year I fell to earth, wingless, in a late summer's crisp air, floating in the colour green. 2. And the golden eagle soars on the wings of my own true love carries the songs of my blue-skied heart, flies in the currents of the salt-air above I asked the liquid shining in your eyes, so full of Light how the moon fell silent in your heart so cold how our innocent presence in the houses of our spirits, did not gather did not hurry home these beautiful love letters we left floating on a raging river when our words fell from Love's melody ....and we, burning deeply in body-fires, remember we are, ever shall be but twin flames licking the spiritual wounds of us, ascending returned to stardust, ....another world we shall create, we are Venus and Mars, lonely planets, arising from a distant seascape in a velvet-dark night, falling, giving birth to an unnamed star breathing deep our fragrant soul, iridescent feathers in a tangerine dream And the golden eagle soars on the wings of my own true love carries the songs of my blue-skied heart flies in the current of the salt-air above. 3. I am a rose, held in unknown hands, torn between two Lovers, One is unrequited I am gasping for air like a pale fish out of water never knowing the wetness of my petals, glistening in the wonder and melancholy of angels, bewildered I am a wildflower, My other Lover is a song I have yet to sing basking in sunlight, like Basho's frog, we jump we splash we taste saltwater flies, enraptured in amber, now released in an ancient pond. 4. Who shall kiss the hurting? Bruising my human skin having ripped my poet-tongue from my soul's mouth, Love you have absconded my purpose, you have left me in a dark and blackening night, gaping deep-holed where my wings should have been, Love you have taken the marrow from my last white feather floating above a Vivaldi violin, Love, you have returned to my Garden, to my open window, and now I am carried to my Beloved's heart in the sweetest birdsong weeping in the colour Pink, cascading cherry-blossomed, I am a gentle wind inside a hollow reed, willow-bent. Strong. Earth-rooted. Only Love, Ana Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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