My elvish sister,
the simple beauty of your soul
cannot be held within the fragile confines
of your body.
Like a miraculous perfume
its fragrance insists on escaping
the crystal tower
rising to its true element
like a monarch butterfly
spiraling ever upward
where it forms clouds of shifting colors
sailing like a kite
on the white sea of day
and the cobalt bath of night
and I float on my back
in brackish waters
watching you drift
and change shapes
I see swans, snowflakes,
fruit, kittens, prisms,
ballerinas, wizards, daffodils,
clocks, flutes, bracelets
all taking turns
and I dance and gloat among them
a happy guest
playing with ephemeral toys.
I cannot see you
yet you are always there
a sunbeam when I am chilled
cool rain when my blood boils
a rainbow when I beg for color
snow when I crave perfection...
a library, a temple, a jewelry store;
then I look on my own diamonds
which only become visible
from the light you emanate.
You cannot stay in the bottle;
like a genie
you’ve granted my wishes
and shown me the trees
on which gems glow,
until like them
I’m draped with your richness
and I only regret
that I cannot share it
with everyone
who treads outside my cave.
The Darkness Within...Illumined
The uncanny bath of night descended
and my vision turned inward
and recoiled as it confronted
the obsidian chimneys inside.
Cold as iron, sooty, inscrutable,
small creatures whose names
I dared not guess
scuttled in fright
with judgmental whispers
under and over slimy pipes
that dripped foul smelling puddles.
"No," I told myself, "this is not I,
I strayed into someone else's soul
by mistake! My own is filled
with radiance, silver and clean,
color and prisms,
lace curtains, velvet cushions,
crystal vases, angel dolls
and pristine flames!
This is the dwelling of some enemy
trying to frighten me into believing
that I live in this evil cellar!"
Yet as my fingers groped
they touched an icy plate
cruel with nails and cobwebs
that bore my name.
This indeed was I.
Mustard eyes were all I could see
mocking me from a room
that seemed to consist
entirely of corners and slag and bones.
Who would lead me out?
Who would light a valiant torch
and show me the carpeted steps
that lead back into the day?
What angel doll would guide my feet?
What curtain could disguise this squalor?
Then as I glanced about, my heart a palsied moth,
a faint light flickered on a grimy window
I moved cautiously
and discovered a tiny vessel
which imprisoned the bashful glimmer....
I took the jar and freed the prisoner
and before my startled eyes
it bloomed into a star
asking for my assistance
which I was only too glad to give.
And it was not afraid of my bony hands
as they beckoned it
like desperate bats.
As its rays flitted about
and sang to me
I saw once again
the prisms and vases
and so much more.
The flames and the angels danced
together in rainbowed abandon
bringing me cups of honeyed tea
and plates of chocolate
and furry slippers.
and as my stellar guest laughed
it split into pieces
and each fragment grew into a new star,
until the room became a lamp in itself
filled with ballerinas of laughter....
because that star
was the face of a friend.
Did you miss me? LOL
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My elvish sister,the simple beauty of your soul
cannot be held within the fragile confines
of your body.
Like a miraculous perfume
its fragrance insists on escaping
the crystal tower
rising to its true element
like a monarch butterfly
spiraling ever upward
where it forms clouds of shifting colors
sailing like a kite
on the white sea of day
and the cobalt bath of night
and I float on my back
in brackish waters
watching you drift
and change shapes
I see swans, snowflakes,
fruit, kittens, prisms,
ballerinas, wizards, daffodils,
clocks, flutes, bracelets
all taking turns
and I dance and gloat among them
a happy guest
playing with ephemeral toys.
I cannot see you
yet you are always there
a sunbeam when I am chilled
cool rain when my blood boils
a rainbow when I beg for color
snow when I crave perfection...
a library, a temple, a jewelry store;
then I look on my own diamonds
which only become visible
from the light you emanate.
You cannot stay in the bottle;
like a genie
you’ve granted my wishes
and shown me the trees
on which gems glow,
until like them
I’m draped with your richness
and I only regret
that I cannot share it
with everyone
who treads outside my cave.
The Darkness Within...Illumined
The uncanny bath of night descendedand my vision turned inward
and recoiled as it confronted
the obsidian chimneys inside.
Cold as iron, sooty, inscrutable,
small creatures whose names
I dared not guess
scuttled in fright
with judgmental whispers
under and over slimy pipes
that dripped foul smelling puddles.
"No," I told myself, "this is not I,
I strayed into someone else's soul
by mistake! My own is filled
with radiance, silver and clean,
color and prisms,
lace curtains, velvet cushions,
crystal vases, angel dolls
and pristine flames!
This is the dwelling of some enemy
trying to frighten me into believing
that I live in this evil cellar!"
Yet as my fingers groped
they touched an icy plate
cruel with nails and cobwebs
that bore my name.
This indeed was I.
Mustard eyes were all I could see
mocking me from a room
that seemed to consist
entirely of corners and slag and bones.
Who would lead me out?
Who would light a valiant torch
and show me the carpeted steps
that lead back into the day?
What angel doll would guide my feet?
What curtain could disguise this squalor? Then as I glanced about, my heart a palsied moth,
a faint light flickered on a grimy window
I moved cautiously
and discovered a tiny vessel
which imprisoned the bashful glimmer....
I took the jar and freed the prisoner
and before my startled eyes
it bloomed into a star
asking for my assistance
which I was only too glad to give.
And it was not afraid of my bony hands
as they beckoned it
like desperate bats.
As its rays flitted about
and sang to me
I saw once again
the prisms and vases
and so much more.
The flames and the angels danced
together in rainbowed abandon
bringing me cups of honeyed tea
and plates of chocolate
and furry slippers.
and as my stellar guest laughed
it split into pieces
and each fragment grew into a new star,
until the room became a lamp in itself
filled with ballerinas of laughter.... because that star
was the face of a friend.
Did you miss me? LOL Main Page Next>>>>
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