When I existed,
You did not.
Now You exist
and I do not:
as a storm lifts waves
from water –
still they are water
within water.

” I love walking in the rain, ’cause then no-one knows I’m crying.”

 

I think the lonely world that I live in was perhaps self imposed at the beginning but has now become the invisible prison that I can never escape. When all we yearn for is a single soul to understand our own, the greatest pain is realizing it will never be. There is no one around me that I can feel that connected to, or share my heart with and in the absence of that emotional warmth, I only have the cold expanse of the Internet to document my human condition.

 

Autumn

~Mary Baker Eddy~

Quickly earth’s jewels disappear;

The turf, whereon I tread,

Ere autumn blanch another year,

May rest above my head.

Touched by the finger of decay

Is every earthly love;

For joy, to shun my weary way,

Is registered above.

The languid brooklets yield their sighs,

A requiem o’er the tomb

Of sunny days and cloudless skies,

Enhancing autumn’s gloom.

The wild winds mutter, howl, and moan,

To scare my woodland walk,

And frightened fancy flees, to roam

Where ghosts and goblins stalk.

The cricket’s sharp, discordant scream

Fills mortal sense with dread;

More sorrowful it scarce could seem;

It voices beauty fled.

Yet here, upon this faded sod, -

O happy hours and fleet, -

When songsters’ matin hymns to God

Are poured in strains so sweet,

My heart unbidden joins rehearse,

I hope it’s better made,

When mingling with the universe,

Beneath the maple’s shade.

All Soul’s Night

Bonfires dot the rolling hillsides.
Figures dance around and around
to drums that pulse out echoes of darkness;
moving to the pagan sound.

Somewhere in a hidden memory
images float before my eyes
of fragrant nights of straw and of bonfires,
dancing till the next sunrise.

I can see the lights in the distance
trembling in the dark cloak of night.
Candles and lanterns are dancing, dancing
a waltz on all souls night.

Figures of cornstalks bend in the shadows
held up tall as the flames leap high.
The Green Knight holds the holly bush
to mark where the old year passes by.

Bonfires dot the rolling hillsides.
Figures dance around and around
to drums that pulse out echoes of darkness;
moving to the pagan sound.

Standing on the bridge that crosses
the river that goes out to the sea.
The wind is full of a thousand voices;
they pass by the bridge and me.

As I sit here
And slowly close my eyes
I take another deep breath
And feel the wind pass through my body

I’m the one in your soul
Reflecting in the light
Protect the ones who hold you
Cradling your inner child

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