BabyGrace
Refugee
the air is quiet, shimmering with faded illusions
we are brought here to sing lullabies of death
to the vision ever enticing
mutely, passing through the curtain of ghosts
in their shifting rings of hushed circle
watch it close again and lift you higher
and we are standing outside in the cold
gazing through the sheen of wretched loss
through a gap in the wall we could hear them howl
and we could see them, dull and lifeless
masquerading their nothingness and swirling
around blank eyes, blank mouth, blank face
blank stars in the blank heavens below
the ice brushes my face lightly, seeping into my soul
and I know I am blank now too
you are pulled from me, or is it I from you?
their sorrow carves its stone into me and I
can feel you no longer
into the suspended oblivion I am
dragged but without any struggle
I am inside and at once the light blinds me
all around, encompassing, but no bitter entrapment
some weak force throbs in my eyelids
bidding them rise even against the immense pressure
the galaxies shiver and heave before my eyes
everywhere, the light comes pouring in
filling, overflowing the grey monotony of the circle
I could see you, there with the children
laughing and crying and breaking the stem
of a tired daffodil that fought winterlong snows
in that moment I missed it all, the joy and the pain
but I had to find myself in the sewers first
when I'd sank so far and the only place
I had left to look was up. it was then
i saw the stars, in the sky, where they should
have been and where they were all along.
I chanced a look back at you
but you had already turned away
and I knew it wasn't meant to be.
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apologies for the length, there's too many ideas in this one
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In the night of death, hope sees a star and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing.
~Robert Ingersoll
we are brought here to sing lullabies of death
to the vision ever enticing
mutely, passing through the curtain of ghosts
in their shifting rings of hushed circle
watch it close again and lift you higher
and we are standing outside in the cold
gazing through the sheen of wretched loss
through a gap in the wall we could hear them howl
and we could see them, dull and lifeless
masquerading their nothingness and swirling
around blank eyes, blank mouth, blank face
blank stars in the blank heavens below
the ice brushes my face lightly, seeping into my soul
and I know I am blank now too
you are pulled from me, or is it I from you?
their sorrow carves its stone into me and I
can feel you no longer
into the suspended oblivion I am
dragged but without any struggle
I am inside and at once the light blinds me
all around, encompassing, but no bitter entrapment
some weak force throbs in my eyelids
bidding them rise even against the immense pressure
the galaxies shiver and heave before my eyes
everywhere, the light comes pouring in
filling, overflowing the grey monotony of the circle
I could see you, there with the children
laughing and crying and breaking the stem
of a tired daffodil that fought winterlong snows
in that moment I missed it all, the joy and the pain
but I had to find myself in the sewers first
when I'd sank so far and the only place
I had left to look was up. it was then
i saw the stars, in the sky, where they should
have been and where they were all along.
I chanced a look back at you
but you had already turned away
and I knew it wasn't meant to be.
~~~~~~~~
apologies for the length, there's too many ideas in this one
------------------
In the night of death, hope sees a star and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing.
~Robert Ingersoll
