Elessarian
Refugee
Wondersinblue
A stone wall crumbles
under the weight
of blood-colored vines
creeping into the cracks.
We take note of the symmetry,
the strength of the bricks,
and dismiss the thorns and the leaves
as a nuisance, a menace.
The skies grow dark overhead
and what was once blue
surrenders to black
overtaken.
Veins run with a royal blue
and the royalty escapes our notice
but not our condemnation.
The stones of the wall begin to weep
and the garden hides itself in a mist.
Despair dwells within,
on its knees, pleading,
and still we sleep like slaves after the harvest.
A lifetime passes.
The vines now grow within us
encroaching our walls with a power unknown.
I stand in a field of ice
listening for the breaks of branches against glass,
the shivering of trees and dark blue pools.
Wonder impenetrable.
I think of a love like fire
a void of understanding
filled by the blood unspilt
and warmed by the blood in the ground.
The stones insist on remaining,
but I climb over and into the garden.
Into the mist of a love like fire.
Here we persist,
stumbling through the shadow,
visible only to some,
and to ourselves as conspicuous
as pinpricks on the surface of the moon.
The Seventh Hold
Singing, flying, wind and sails
sky and sea, swift winged gales,
Like whispers recalled
mine need to record this,
white on white--life stalled,
thy heart can afford this.
Water sparkling azure stones,
angels have this to thee loaned
a slice of heaven,
Yet doth the sweeter scene
in gold decks seven
lie walled in Midas dreams?
I witness it here to be,
more bounties shine in thee.
A stone wall crumbles
under the weight
of blood-colored vines
creeping into the cracks.
We take note of the symmetry,
the strength of the bricks,
and dismiss the thorns and the leaves
as a nuisance, a menace.
The skies grow dark overhead
and what was once blue
surrenders to black
overtaken.
Veins run with a royal blue
and the royalty escapes our notice
but not our condemnation.
The stones of the wall begin to weep
and the garden hides itself in a mist.
Despair dwells within,
on its knees, pleading,
and still we sleep like slaves after the harvest.
A lifetime passes.
The vines now grow within us
encroaching our walls with a power unknown.
I stand in a field of ice
listening for the breaks of branches against glass,
the shivering of trees and dark blue pools.
Wonder impenetrable.
I think of a love like fire
a void of understanding
filled by the blood unspilt
and warmed by the blood in the ground.
The stones insist on remaining,
but I climb over and into the garden.
Into the mist of a love like fire.
Here we persist,
stumbling through the shadow,
visible only to some,
and to ourselves as conspicuous
as pinpricks on the surface of the moon.
The Seventh Hold
Singing, flying, wind and sails
sky and sea, swift winged gales,
Like whispers recalled
mine need to record this,
white on white--life stalled,
thy heart can afford this.
Water sparkling azure stones,
angels have this to thee loaned
a slice of heaven,
Yet doth the sweeter scene
in gold decks seven
lie walled in Midas dreams?
I witness it here to be,
more bounties shine in thee.
Ditto.
That was amazing, E!!!!
