Clarity in Muddied Waters
A Messianic Journey Through Pen and Peace. Writing from the Stillness Within.
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What does she look at, When her face is glazed over? For she is not here.
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They only ever came out at night, Pearlescent faces tilted towards the shadowed sky. Running on the water, they danced in patternless patterns, Cream gowns rippling around their ankles. Their feet were bare, stepping across the sea as if it were ground, Mouths set, Eyes smiling. They would prance without tiring; Maidens of the night,…
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The sun blurred her sight, It turned her lashes into glowing stars. Her hair was transformed into a halo Speckled with darkness. Her eyes consumed the sunlight, Mimicking stained glass and amber sugar shards. Her snow coloured sweater grew an aura of its own, that could be mistook for angel wings if you squinted. The…
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She was always looking up. Silhouettes were her friends, Windows her barriers. She walked slowly, Each step correspondent with the music played in her ears. She liked it when the sky clouded over, It hid the world from the sun. She smile occasionally At the things no one else noticed.
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If it were written in the stars then it must not have been legible, For what we have is far from the destiny we sought, Or perhaps velvet twinkles blurred the letters, So that the script was transformed.
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