Post by Sheila Widdershins on Feb 25, 2007 12:49:45 GMT -1
The Exodus
The trees whispered to the gently lapping lake
that it cannot be true – they weep:
“tears of remorse, howl of despair”—
“it cannot be true you’re not real…” – the lake laps in simmering simper
“so many a love have been slain” – came the gentle water’s whimper
“on battlefields so far away” – vicious accost, and cascade on a little wave…
“and so I seek no soldier to keep
“my wounded heart safe…” – “for that it’s too late,”
the trees reply to the moist sprinkle – they weep:
“tears of regret, howl of pain”—
“all those long lost souls” – the lake makes a moonbeam
shimmer like a prism to dazzle
“in exodus, moving far away” – the lake reflects images of their journey…
lost to me, the well, I look in—
…all blackens, I am lost:
within the lake, a singularity, one eternal moment…
the stilled black hole of eternal life and death limbo
the web that captures and steals souls
forever is a concept, until the black begins to blend
and in places it creases, shatters and then—
behind, dark blue background ripples a rhythm
I’m caught in a single drop of eternity within them—
physical existence no longer seems real
I’m just another soul here…
just another soul…
…there is only one place left,
where my heart still feels humiliated shame.
Black… yes, and red eyes,
weep: “hate me, desire my pain, despise…”
I am your shadow, that lurks behind your eyes
I’m the deafening shriek that wails all the time
I’m the callous cruelty that feeds on your lies…
I am the mirror hate of your every loving line…
“Defeat it, quick! Before it engulfs us all!” – trees are caught up
in the sudden splintering gale
“defeat it, don’t miss! It will destroy us all!” – the waves lap harder
against the rocky edge of a trail
the singularity dance cracks
from side to side
the wind reaches its emboweled safe depths,
the hurricane eradicates all
stars swirl away, their all spinning in walls of gray
in the center of the storm, like a magnet
it pulls you, the eye of the storm—
safe haven, for a moment before it collapses and shreds you away
safe haven, to make a fire
burn the oxygen, “flames grow higher!”
desire and yearning, pain and anger
all your colors are red, you signal danger
intuition, mend your blue and shift
into the building flame—
emotion! set lose your sea!
crush all the storm in your powerful wave…
…the wind is turned off
I stagger in the gentle sunlight
had it already turned day?
The wind is now gone…
my hands shake, my pulse still signals
my life is still burning on,
the crashing sea…
is now a little lake,
gently lapping at me…
my wet ankles are warm, the water
isn’t cold… somehow I remembered it to be a little larger,
then around me a gentle breeze
carries the voice of thousands of trees:
amidst the bird’s sweet song,
the scent of blooming fields carried along,
throughout the forest comes a whisper…
…the only trace left,
of there ever having been danger…
my eyes fix to the crown of leaves,
through which soft light sifts down to me…
no blackness, singularity,
no blind, unfeeling illusion of peace…
the gentle whisper, touches my face,
caresses me, carries strands of hair
to softly float about me…
the trees whisper…:
“welcome home, wanderer…
“welcome back, to reality…”
The trees whispered to the gently lapping lake
that it cannot be true – they weep:
“tears of remorse, howl of despair”—
“it cannot be true you’re not real…” – the lake laps in simmering simper
“so many a love have been slain” – came the gentle water’s whimper
“on battlefields so far away” – vicious accost, and cascade on a little wave…
“and so I seek no soldier to keep
“my wounded heart safe…” – “for that it’s too late,”
the trees reply to the moist sprinkle – they weep:
“tears of regret, howl of pain”—
“all those long lost souls” – the lake makes a moonbeam
shimmer like a prism to dazzle
“in exodus, moving far away” – the lake reflects images of their journey…
lost to me, the well, I look in—
…all blackens, I am lost:
within the lake, a singularity, one eternal moment…
the stilled black hole of eternal life and death limbo
the web that captures and steals souls
forever is a concept, until the black begins to blend
and in places it creases, shatters and then—
behind, dark blue background ripples a rhythm
I’m caught in a single drop of eternity within them—
physical existence no longer seems real
I’m just another soul here…
just another soul…
…there is only one place left,
where my heart still feels humiliated shame.
Black… yes, and red eyes,
weep: “hate me, desire my pain, despise…”
I am your shadow, that lurks behind your eyes
I’m the deafening shriek that wails all the time
I’m the callous cruelty that feeds on your lies…
I am the mirror hate of your every loving line…
“Defeat it, quick! Before it engulfs us all!” – trees are caught up
in the sudden splintering gale
“defeat it, don’t miss! It will destroy us all!” – the waves lap harder
against the rocky edge of a trail
the singularity dance cracks
from side to side
the wind reaches its emboweled safe depths,
the hurricane eradicates all
stars swirl away, their all spinning in walls of gray
in the center of the storm, like a magnet
it pulls you, the eye of the storm—
safe haven, for a moment before it collapses and shreds you away
safe haven, to make a fire
burn the oxygen, “flames grow higher!”
desire and yearning, pain and anger
all your colors are red, you signal danger
intuition, mend your blue and shift
into the building flame—
emotion! set lose your sea!
crush all the storm in your powerful wave…
…the wind is turned off
I stagger in the gentle sunlight
had it already turned day?
The wind is now gone…
my hands shake, my pulse still signals
my life is still burning on,
the crashing sea…
is now a little lake,
gently lapping at me…
my wet ankles are warm, the water
isn’t cold… somehow I remembered it to be a little larger,
then around me a gentle breeze
carries the voice of thousands of trees:
amidst the bird’s sweet song,
the scent of blooming fields carried along,
throughout the forest comes a whisper…
…the only trace left,
of there ever having been danger…
my eyes fix to the crown of leaves,
through which soft light sifts down to me…
no blackness, singularity,
no blind, unfeeling illusion of peace…
the gentle whisper, touches my face,
caresses me, carries strands of hair
to softly float about me…
the trees whisper…:
“welcome home, wanderer…
“welcome back, to reality…”
February 25, 2007