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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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This vast city shimmers
Along the shoreline
Mirroring icy glittering beauty
Of a thousand lights
So beautiful tonight
I could almost believe
In a heaven somewhere
Far away
And yet like this
Metropolis
But underneath the beauty
Lurks the truths
We would deny
And they emerge here
By and by
The women who weep
The children who cry
And then it seems
Like a devil’s kiss
This faithless, lying
Metropolis
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Out of fire
He will wing so free
Victory
Born of flame
He will so inspire
Call his name
Through the air
He will blaze a path
None compare
Long apart
He will yet return
To your heart
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What angel beckons me this night
By gentle, warming firelight?
That I might follow
Yes I might
For such a wondrous sight
The angels weeping I can hear
This sound so pitiful and clear
Could I give solace
Hold them near
And bring them human cheer?
The angels falling through the sky
Like blazing streams of fireflies
Would bid me follow
Hear their cries
That whole again they may arise
What angel beckons me this night
By gentle, warming firelight?
That I might follow
Yes I might
For such a wondrous sight
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I see the harbinger of the days to come
The signs are so clear
And the taste of death
So rancid on my tongue
I have travelled too far
And learned too much to deny
The crow so dark
Against the winter sky
And the flecks of blood
In my eyes
I accept the message that he brings
On his wretched
Dark-born wings
And all the songs he sings
So beautiful to my ear
It may just be
The time of year
But Charon turns his boat to steer
And reach my shore
And I will not fight this
Anymore
Centuries deep the poets cry
Of all the secrets
We so craven here deny
Age takes us all
And none immune
To walk this crowded haunted room
I dreamt I fell
To heaven or to hell
I could not tell
And yet I knew it all too well
(c) Helen Valentina 2019
Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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