Image by Pixabay.com
I am resurrected from dying dreams
From the ash that surrounds your world.
Like your Frankenstein, I am made from many parts
In my hand I hold the glowing fragments of time
Dark clouds hide me from the sun
Nothing works the same where I am
Rain flows upwards, the stars shine in circles
Wind blows only from the north
The moon rises when and where it pleases
Day is night, night is day
Things change in the blink of an eye
Our numbers are few, our world is fading
In order for me to remain in the universe
I must steal one fragment of time
Hide the remaining parts for humanity to find…
When the night falls
Doors close all around you
The world is still
Thunder breaks the silence
Branches fly through windows
Sea defences break by oceans roar
All hell let loose,
the devil has come to call
There is stillness no more…
image by scvincent.com
The image shows the dark silhouette of a cliff and against a calm sea and a sun-gold horizon.
Rock, sea and sky, what more could I ask for
The stillness, oh, the stillness
Where birds dare not fly, the air undisturbed
My heart slows in memory of a time unspoken
The quickening begins as I step into the salt sea
My mind invaded with primitive thoughts
An old-time movie, how long has it played there
How many minds have changed, standing here?
Did they notice time playing before their eyes?
Am I the only fool to stand wrapped in stillness?
My mind damaged by no sound entering
No help to rearrange my thoughts
What do I take back from this strange place?
Will it be renewed stillness of mind to carry me
through the remainder of my life…
Sapphire world of midnight, magic rises,
a gift for the world of mortals
The water queen spreads
her magic across the globe
Whether you want it or not
Baptisms, blessings, bathing, we all use it
Not realising it has a memory
From where it was born
Each person it has touched good or bad,
it matters not, water flows where it will.
Beneath the ground, hidden caverns
Through the graveyards where the dead sleep
In eternal slumber
When we thirst, we drink to stay alive
Whose memory do we take upon ourselves.
Image from Colleen Chesebro
This week the words are EMPTY & SPACE
Field of dreams
Where space and time cries
A blank page waits for words
Fill a vacant mind with hope
Time, distance can bring back the lost
Where dreams fill the place in-between sleep
worlds come back to the beginning of time…
Image by Pixabay.com
An angel in the alley, whispering to pass us by
Waiting for a response, for one person to hear
Her reason for being here.
waiting in the shadows, her mission, to be healed
she will know by their answer, I am here.
Her wings will no longer be broken
She is twinned with one who walks here
She will pass, hear the words whispered
Her need will be answered by the
Giving of life from one soul to another
Death waits with broken wings
Her debt paid to a twin never born…
Image by Jaye Marie
This honeysuckle shows no signs of stopping!
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Scratch the year 2049 from your calendar
The discount has been discounted
There are no longer any on-line purchases
Finish reading your book now
Your granite walls are no longer safe
Your single mindedness has sunk the ship
The heat, the oil, has seared the world as we know it
We will not see 2050 in the same light
Nor see with the same eyes
Or feel with the same heart
To carry on.
It’s life, but not as we know it…