If I were to say it
I might stumble upon my words
But if I wrote it
I would fear it’s immortality
Clarity in Muddied Waters
A Messianic Journey Through Pen and Peace. Writing from the Stillness Within.
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She was a phantom of delight
When first she gleam’d upon my sight;
A lovely apparition, sent
To be a moment’s ornament;
Her eyes as stars of twilight fair;
Like twilight’s, too, her dusky hair;
But all things else about her drawn
From Maytime and the cheerful dawn;
A dancing shape, an image gay,
To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
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Held up high by stalks,
Edges ruffled like dress hems,
Our own floral stars.
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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,
Until the dawn whisked them away,
And they drifted with the sea foam.
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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 light turned her into an angel,
With features formed from nothing.
But then she passed into the shadows
and the illusion fell.
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