01/27/2006
Dreaming end-time
Volcano sleeping
awakens, pitch dark ashes
sun bleeding dark blood
no stars listening
voices strangled in roaring
names dying on lips
haunted by his fear
not even in the last house
he finds his refuge
door of agony
enters in room of defeat
black burned rags moving
broken shards of glass
are light themselves in darkness
of soulless presence
light losing battle
last trees, no leaves left, protest
soon silenced forever
dark night closing in
red burning fist squeezes heart
scream smothered in pain
only grey ash remains
frozen grey waves touch the sky
endtime, dumb stillness
it must be day now
dark cannot stay closed longer
light piercing eyelids
only one birdsong
necessary for waking
earth in ecstasy.
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birdsong for winter
where hast thou placed thy heart to cry these prayers ?
though i reside there even now within your heart
within the very flame of all that’s ever been your name
you seek me as your mirrored image
soft n fine in pressed fields forming green
longing for the drunken sighs n
sounds n mathematics of desires
clear and there within your vision quest
joys of passions arched and sacred
signs n symbols
seen on flights above
the coming dove or robin
some fine ancient astronaut
placed vessels on the very place
you spent your self
upon the fields
rolling laughing
lifetimes past
i remember all
forgotten naught
its only dark nights shimmering faint frailties
sirius reflections of
your presence
in the realm of things
felt real
….a fiercely worthy longing
such that drew me to your side
endless times and endless incarnations
flowing words
your magic
molds creates and sends to future present/past
to places for us once again to meet
if you should place more tears upon that gentle face
remember that you are my place of transformation and fruition
talasa
Posted by: Talasa | 01/28/2006