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Here Upon He
Once upon a forgotten Time,
I died, drowning in a dismal end;
Crumbling and crisp was my
Leaf lettered heart,
a demise not yet reborn,
a ninth house incomplete,
wilting and molting in Death.
But then, but then
Rescued from my ivory tower,
Tresses of onyx return light,
Reviving light back to my window
secret; a cascade of colors,
a black light refraction,
deflects the shadows still;
the solar dark,
the winds of woe vanished:
An apathetic parasite no longer
A leech to my soul.
Once upon a treasured Time,
I surfaced, I woke
From the depriving Sea
Of a darkened dream
To the arrival of He,
Of He who sprung in me rebirth.
His lips suckled and sweet revive in me
A ninth house falling in completion,
Falling out of time, out of place,
Into Spring, unto Free,
Where my poppy petaled Heart
can bloom.
Cheers to He, Dear is He!
For Alas, Alas,
At last I can feel again.
- September 24, 2013
I died, drowning in a dismal end;
Crumbling and crisp was my
Leaf lettered heart,
a demise not yet reborn,
a ninth house incomplete,
wilting and molting in Death.
But then, but then
Rescued from my ivory tower,
Tresses of onyx return light,
Reviving light back to my window
secret; a cascade of colors,
a black light refraction,
deflects the shadows still;
the solar dark,
the winds of woe vanished:
An apathetic parasite no longer
A leech to my soul.
Once upon a treasured Time,
I surfaced, I woke
From the depriving Sea
Of a darkened dream
To the arrival of He,
Of He who sprung in me rebirth.
His lips suckled and sweet revive in me
A ninth house falling in completion,
Falling out of time, out of place,
Into Spring, unto Free,
Where my poppy petaled Heart
can bloom.
Cheers to He, Dear is He!
For Alas, Alas,
At last I can feel again.
- September 24, 2013
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