Shoulder to shoulder, together we stand Heads in the sky among frozen stars Crowned with aurora, the stuff of faeries. We are the trees. We abide you. Alive a thousand years through lost history; Pillars of vibrant life. We stand to watch Wood elves dance ‘neath silver moonlight. We are the trees. Let us hide you. Doe and fawn creep timidly ‘neath our Brooding darkness and baleful gaze Tempting men with peaceful solitude. We are the trees. They won't find you.
No one believes in ghosts I said -
no sweet wisps lingering
in the breath between dusk and dawn.
No fragile thinlings pulling at the doors
or making the curtains shimmy
with an uncle’s last breath.
They do not balk at flowers -
lilies and hibiscus clawing the corners,
or ungathered words that spill under doorframes.
But sometimes late at night
I feel the pinch of air -
the scent of ashes dancing in the garden
where she once held court
and the mirrors going dark.
SEEKING PASSAGE THROUGH THE ASTRAL REALM by RJBG, literature
Literature
SEEKING PASSAGE THROUGH THE ASTRAL REALM
Lost in a labyrinth of imagination Escaping into a dream A loss to the feeling of deja-vu Falling through the mirrored skies Adrift, amongst the swirl of stars Swallowed by the night Gone missing in the abyss of time
Life isn't a race, so take it slower, hear the music before your song is over so dance less fast- and breath, my girl and call with steps the master, look, is here is come to the rain with shorter shower... you are so young and life isn't a race, so take it slower, hear the music before your song is never over ... sweet angel...take a breath.