She felt, places time forgot were human,
looking from inside the magician’s hat
she saw with all in her heart;
moments in time to taste.
And in her heart, her silly heart
are grains of star-dust
looking for their birth star;
they find her and she finds them,
one little one at a time –
Gathering beneath her eyes,
twinkling dew falling
in fine lines across her cheek
brushed aside by her lips curve
knowing all is well, she’ll sing. ~IW~
I ponder how people see others In their reflections peering back vibrating in frenzied pools. Perceptions of themselves not forgot. Forgo forgotten shores, hands of circles in circles spiralling compulsions of self as self defined? Can they see themselves in the hubris of humanity?
Understanding another comes in stillness of self, knowing circles and patterns definitions as perceived. Hand in hand – around and around. ~IW~
There is no era more than now
to embellish upon lies fallen down centuries
as we sit watching suns going down
drink of lust in our hands,
seeing only visions
Yesterday carved in stone
winds blow away the rushing waves
When all that comes before it,
will be the sound of drums
as soldiers carry swords
to pierce the sides of Adams rib.
None other can come
than the already spoken.
No word, nor refuge for the hallowed
Earth bellows under weight,
In the labour she is in. ~IW~