Archive for The Hidden Treasures of the Soul

Crystalline Gaze

Posted in Friendship, Through the Passage of Time with tags , , , , , on July 22, 2012 by mistressofpoetry

You are no less to me than the greatness you always were.
You have only changed in the views of my physical eyes,
For my soul sees what truly is, and has found its rest in your heart.
I will never leave you; my promises remain,
For you are one of the rarest treasures that I have found.

I would die without the kinship that I feel within my spirit’s domain.
Warriors and kings of a different age rule within the marred remains of who we are,
For we have seen those battles many times, and have fought with the bravery of our souls.
You are my companion, my friend, my light in the darkest hour;
And these tearfilled eyes will never regret their vision of the true being, the core.

In this twisted misery we call life, there are few that could say what we can;
That we have found true friendship beyond that of reasoning or recompense;
That we have both leaned and carried in both sorrow and grace, to come to this point;
That you are to me what so many desire to have;
Even in the weakness of obscurity and the fate that destroys what visions create.

What I feel within my spirit cannot change, for you have not changed;
Only the illusions have been cleared from this mirror of dreams
To reveal the crystal clear perfection of truth,
For the petals of the diamond flower have revealed their insecurities;
And what I see is the glow of a more powerful bond,
Through the eyes of the soul’s crystalline gaze.

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Distant Awakenings

Posted in From a Melancholic Soul, Perseverance, The Pain of Life, Through the Passage of Time with tags , , , , , , , , , , on January 19, 2012 by mistressofpoetry

As the moonlight scatters its orbital procession across distant visions of eternity
At once I feel at peace with the disharmonic chatter of angels in the background
Following me from afar, they fear not the darkness,
Nor the solitary ways of the wanderer which sits stunned by the delight of nocturnal ebonies
Shadows which dance behind the flickering darkness of the candle
Waiting, watching as the eve falls all the more silent
And in stillness, sing a thousand songs to the wounds which grace my body with pleasure

Formidable champions they are, which sought the quietude of night to approach
And in the small corners of my waking mind, peer out, fixated by grimacing spectres
Floating amid the ripples
Prostrate against the barren landscape
As the mist rises with the approaching dawn
A swift rider appears in the heavenly garden
Forming droplets on forever’s tomorrow : tears which wait to be shed

I have all but joined them in the march across the celestial break
Shimmering ghosts which call my name
I reach up to touch them, but quickly fall away,
As I am plunged backward toward the abyss
Reality seizes my soul in fortitudinal abominations
And I lack the will to leap beyond its reach
Into the darkness of the unknown; into the dream, which even now haunts my very breath

Waiting, watching as the strokes painstakingly make their journey
Like drums, pounding in my mind
I must find my escape, I must return to the darkness from whence I came
Somewhere, far from this horrid and devouring demon
Who sits quietly, knowingly
And in all things, points toward the mirror
Where stands a woman, a million nights enrobed, and in pain

The demon knows not that I am forever
Only the body shall remain,
For the scars which enshroud this spirit are a chosen reality which I wholly accept
I will return to the lake which drinks my waiting tears
For I am one of many which lurk within the deep dreams of distant awakenings
Brilliant and fading, to catch the dew just one more time
And drink full the wisdom of a single breath, quietly freezing in the temple of the night.

Desert’s Child

Posted in Fantasy, For the Dreamer, From a Melancholic Soul, Passion and Pain, Through the Passage of Time with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 23, 2011 by mistressofpoetry

Please take me away
To the sands of my birth
The dream of my incarnation
Where first I breathed the morning
And exhaled the dusk
May the land hear my call
For I am alone again

Pain seeks its treasure in buried temples
Ancient, yet not forgotten
Not by me
For I was awakened in a bed of rage
Bringing storms across distant horizons
My yesterdays of wrath
Which fill my tomorrows once more

Let the sands caress my face
And the sweat kiss my eyes
For my vision burns of you, my home
Humanity will take its leave of me
For what I never was cannot remain
Only the spirit which was born of this fire
And the body which tempts not the fortunes of bliss

The barren sun weeps for its lost child
In a death-trance which mourning could not overtake
I can hear the moans which erupt from both above and below
It surrounds me with a desire which could never be quenched
For I belong with the jackals and the asps
I am the heart which rises in its grave
A traveller carried home by the wind

I will reach my horizon
I will see the visions in my dreams
Forever could not hold back this longing
For it is older than the seas
And furious in its need
The inhuman force resonating in my pulse
I will return, a child of the sand and a god of the lonely flame…

Burden

Posted in Through the Passage of Time, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , on May 15, 2011 by mistressofpoetry

Years succumb to the footfalls of strangers
Swearing allegiance to an unknown crown
Questions bearing no aid nor answer resonate from beyond
In waters which brought forth dreams
And never faltered for lack of reason

Fury fell fast upon a breast forged in pain
As princes crumbled beneath the mire
Danced as never before, then died
Broken and weary from a fear which knew them not
Fully denied fate of half-empty eyes which never dared to see

With fear, I embrace the steps of the damned
Chiseled in abhorrence
Kissed with passion
And yet my burdened feet bleed with each wish
Wanting for that which words cannot form

Seas of madness dwell in this heart of stone
Waiting for you to crush it.
Let it weep
For in those tears I will find my release
And kiss the humble hand which still holds the key

Ask not for hidden treasures, readily attained
For I have given myself away
As laughter drowned in its own iniquity.
Madness held within crystalline tears
Fall upon your pure brow, to quickly wipe away…
From wandering eyes