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Ascent

Posted in From a Melancholic Soul, Goodbye, Moving On, Perseverance with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 15, 2011 by mistressofpoetry

Dancing_Through_Grief_by_Arielle_Carroll

 

 

Light fades
As the sun strokes a final toll upon the sand

Waves dry the tears
With the salt of the barren night sky

And the blue of the opium forest
Lifts itself like gentle angel dreams
Daunted yet daring
To chase the wintered whispers of a neverless horizon
Over the edge of the world

With tiny pebbles beneath my feet
I wither and die beneath the call of the pallid horseman
As we make our escape to destiny’s halls
Faster than the sun
Stronger than the wind
While we set our sails for tomorrow
And kiss the grail of yesterday
Goodbye

Without my young and boundless soul
Days would wind like wandering roots
Searching for a drop of calm
Until the burial reveals its rotted grace
Yet for endless chariot rides
I dare to dive inwards
Toward the scented fields of grey

Softly drifting seas of sky
Turn my eyes away
As dawn appears in the spectred veil
Of illusionary breath
Sheltered within the arms of the solitary mass
Endlessly envisioned within a glass of hope
Yet hopeless in the fog of their distance
Reaching for joy, yet touching only windless void

And the call of its desire keeps touching still
Oblivion
Such woundless naught
Peace is silence
And silence is that which I crave

Light fades
As the night casts its infinite wish upon the earth

The gloom lifts the tears
And I realize my path
Half past the hour of ascent

Sparrow

Posted in Goodbye, Passion and Pain, Perseverance, The Pain of Life with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 3, 2011 by mistressofpoetry

This rose withers in the scorching sun
As the angels fly away
Little do they realize that as the petals fade
The sparrow remains locked away

Search for truth and the key will be found
All fairytales of a distant dream
Flowing like fountains from behind my eyes
And chasing the song of windchimes

Hide away, hide away on some distant shore
And wait for freedom to carry me to you
Disenchanted dreamer come die alone with me
Wherever you are, you are still a part of me

I will make my mind’s escape and join myself again
One day, lying on the shores of stars
Whispering no more the open sores of the cage
Broken with bandages laying on red soil

Claw my repose and see that I bleed
Send me to my dream of evermore
For I disappeared before your eyes
The night you locked the door

No more blood upon silvery clouds
For I am empty of my remorse
In black I shall ride into a dream
Fading into the sparrow’s eyes

As the wind carries away the final trace
And the night calls one last time
You will find the rose no more
For my heart drifted alone all these years
Floating with the breeze… towards life’s first breath

Dream To The Moon

Posted in Love, Passion and Pain with tags , , , , , , , , , on May 26, 2011 by mistressofpoetry

Shine my night, bring me to the release, once more, of my tears,
For my body has grown old, and yet my passion is younger than ever before.
Come unto me , my moon,
Lay upon my pale flesh and let me feel the passion of your soul once more–
Do not let it be empty again.
Oh that I would embrace once more what is deeper than empty pleasure.

How do I begin to tell you how empty I feel inside?
How do I form the eloquent words that will cause understanding and embrace?
I fear the scorn in your eyes; in agony, I weep for something more than just flesh.
Longing has taken the form of tears, hidden in the silence of shadows far beneath,
For I desire to feel the blood pulsing through your veins, worshipping me.
Is it too much to ask to be the enchantress of your dreams, if for just one night?

Am I so vile to you, that I will never feel again the night’s glow?
How I wish I were again beautiful in your eyes,
So that all of your soul would be mine,
For I want more than just a night of desperate lonliness.
I will not relenquish my desire for lesser than my dreams.
I want to be dressed in your shadow, I want to be cherished as an angelic vision of bliss.

I feel as an forgotten mistress, abandoned in grieving for passion,
Sorrow for its loss has turned to furious longing which refuses to be denied.
Come dream with me, my moon; follow me on my path,
Caress me with kisses of such delight as I have never before felt,
For flesh is not enough, I must have your soul and your blood.
Will you cherish the night as I; will you dance in melodious desperation – for me?

How I bleed within myself… my wish is so simple, and yet too much to ask.
As it were, I am a fool to ask for such a thing -to be hailed as a goddess of dreams,
But my dreams are not enough for this desire, I will not settle for emptiness.
I bleed these desperate visions of night-passion and ecstasy to an empty bed.
Is it too much to ask for this, my desire; for writhing sweat of passion’s play.
Is it foolishness to dream to the moon of lovers entwined?