Pegasus

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Might as well call for Pegasus
To fly down from the sky
And rescue me
From ennui
These days go by
All the same
I need something more
A spark, a flame
But hour by hour
I plod this path
Again, again, again

All those stories they told us
When we were young
Gods and angels and devils
Fighting in the skies
Beautiful to my eyes
More than this
The pale ghoul of reality
Seeping every day
Deeper into me

May as well call Pegasus
To be my mythic steed
May as well dream
Foolishness indeed
But if for one moment
He filled the sky
All of this would fall away
All of this would die
And we could fly

(c) Helen Valentina 2019

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Build

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We will build this city on ideas
On stories from our childhood
On inspiration’s glorious wings
Until our hearts arise
And sing
This library of wonder
For us and us alone
Our truest home

We will make our home on dreaming
Held within our inner eyes
We’re children eager for the prize
Imagination may bestow
So you and I can know
The greatness of the world
Beyond its earthly form
Beyond the storm

The stories that we share
Will take us there
Upon the words we fly
With no need to wonder why
Just this library of wonder
For us and us alone
Our truest home

(c ) Helen Valentina 2019

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I Yearn

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I yearn for something I cannot name
I sometimes see it out of the corner of my eye
Or dancing in the fire’s flame
An ethereal understanding
Or a test or ritual that if I pass through
I’ll never be the same

I want to grow
To reach beyond these windows
The safety of this room so I may know
Where all the wild things go
But I am meek and mild not wild
It is not my terrain, my home
Not a place that I may own
And yet I yearn all the same
For this thing without a space or name

I feel the call outside of me
That might be hope, that might be free
From all the day to day necessities
The things they tell me I must do
To conform, confirm that I am true
To something so alien to my nature I
Wish only to escape, to fly
To touch the flame
Of the thing without a form or name
I yearn

(c) Helen Valentina 2019

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Fallen

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I come for the fallen
At the break of day
Tears and lamenting
I carry away
The souls of the finest
The brave and the true
Lost to their families
Lost to you

I come for the fallen
I wish to be kind
My face may seem cruel
But later they find
I honour their service
And if I could pray
I’d ask that they live
Were not fallen this day
Lost to you

I come for the fallen
At this bleak morning light
The broken, the vanquished
This terrible sight
The souls of the finest
The brave and the true
Lost to their families
Lost to you
Lost to you

(c) Helen Valentina 2019

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The Lights

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The glorious lights
Awakened my soul
Quenched a thirst
I did not even know I had
Until the colour
Opened my eyes
To the testament of the All

So small I fell
Before beauty immemorial
I cannot hope
To touch such glory
Yet I seek
Stand on pilgrim’s feet
Before the wonder of the All

(c) Helen Valentina 2019

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We Burn

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We seek the tree
Axis mundi
Centrepiece of all reality
We seek

On dried land it dwells
Parched of life force
As souls that fell
Dwindle down
Into private hells

We make our pledges
All we can learn
From sacrifice
Fire and ice
The wheels that turn

Sacred tree
You wait for them
You wait for me
You will withstand
We will return
Till then we will shine while
We burn

(c) Helen Valentina 2019

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Sacrifice

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Centuries deep
This sacrifice sleeps
Beneath our hearts
Words whispered
Heads bowed
Unaware
We cannot know
The pain that was felt
The blood that flowed

Stories still told
Centuries old
Where faith starts
When we weep
On our knees
By degrees
We come to know
The pain that was felt
The blood that flowed

(c) Helen Valentina 2019

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Bubbles

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You blew your bubbles into the air
The sweetest love heart
Shimmering there
That morning was perfect
Beyond compare
Just seeing you
Hovering there

Your wondrous bubbles floating so high
The songs that you sang
Just like a sigh
Our loving was perfect
None could deny
And nobody asking
How or why

You blew your bubbles into the air
The sweetest declaration
So free, without care
I said you were perfect
We made such a pair
I’ll always remember
Us there

(c) Helen Valentina 2019

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Piece by Piece

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Piece by piece
The lines of regret
Take their place

Soft and slow
The patience of time
On my face

In my limbs
These strange aches and pains
Haunt my sleep

Failing flesh
All of the secrets
I can keep

Into age
Falling like snowflakes
Winter storm

Feel decay
Whisper its promise
Be reborn

(c) Helen Valentina 2019

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Schoolyard

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In dreams I return to the schoolyard
Call them nightmares perhaps
That is more fitting
For I never dream of gentler times
Of childhood friends
Indeed my mind wanders
To the fights and schemes and broken dreams
That formed me more than I can tell
Those days in the schoolyard like some hell
That burnishes and brands you
For all time

Again I am but an awkward teen
Caught somewhere in between
The life I would lead and the life I knew
To be the sum of all my choices
Childish, stupid, whining voices
In my head and in my heart
This proper place to start

So many years ago you would think
I would have let this litany go
All the victories of life
The vanquishing of adult foes
Should have let me know
How to let this go
But I remember who I was
The truth behind my adult eyes
And so I find with dull surprise
That in this schoolyard I reside
It cannot be denied

(c) Helen Valentina 2019

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