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Moment of Reverie
- Moment of Reverie -
How strange it is, in a moment of reverie,
To ponder the turnings of wheels unseen…
For in a blinking of an eye, almost instantly:
Spring blossoms are gone, and sunny gleam!
Both replaced by autumn’s hues and clouds,
Broken by spots of blue, on a clearer day…
When the sky is uncovered of such shrouds.
And I bid the past to be on its’ errant way,
Whilst I turn my attention toward the future!
There is no crystal clear enough to peer in,
Without old fears to make the vision torture:
More acute than the pain I try to hide within.
So long hath it been since a night long past,
When a pale visitor changed my life forever.
Since she changed me I hath known no rest,
And I wonder why, unto her I did surrender.
Didst I expect love from a being of the dark?
I know not, but when this season passes on,
The memories within me will still bite sharp…
And their pain and pleasure are not undone!
Like fire and frost flowing with fierce glory,
The likes of which the dark maid made gift:
Unto my spirit when begun was such story!
Sometimes, in darkness, light is there to lift.
A moment of reverie reveals what is hidden,
But it comes with a price, and oft unbidden.
How beautiful, is humanity’s sleeping bliss,
To be innocent, and know naught of such…
Dark mysteries and terrors, an infernal kiss:
And so much more, than I couldst say thus!
To think that in elder days, this old season,
Was a time when druids found: sacredness.
But modernity hath brought such treason…
That, instead of piety, we oft find sadness!
The lonely centuries I have of old endured,
They haunt me still, and make me feel fear.
And of fear I thought myself wholly cured,
But I know its’ taste when it so draws near.
As I knew the dark maiden’s lips long ago,
And the warmth of her embrace filling me:
Banishing for an instant any traces of woe.
Once I slept in ignorance almost blessedly,
But I changed, became like her in the end.
Seeing all she had to show my eager eyes,
Until I thought madness wouldst hotly rend:
Parts of me I couldst not hide, or disguise!
Like fire and frost flowing with fierce heat,
And cold that burns like fire as it touches…
Life and death together in a bonding sweet!
Freeing the helpless from all life’s crutches.
A moment of reverie reveals what is hidden,
But it comes with a price, and oft unbidden.
How much I long to understand the whole,
Of the things I was not given time to learn!
And what of she who thus, my soul, stole?
I wonder, sometimes, feeling love’s burn…
If my pale, lost lover thinks of me as hotly,
As are my imaginings of passion unending!
I try to be a good girl, to act thoughtfully…
But I feel almost feral at memory’s sending,
Of my spirit, back to the night I spoke of.
How many times, I swore it was a dream…
But I knew the secrets of our unholy love!
Secrets, enough: to make mortals scream.
Some journeys hath no end to their length,
And in seeking a love to equal such a one:
As once filled my heart with dark strength…
I sought in vain, until I thought fate undone.
Soon autumn will give way to wind and ice,
But part of me will remain fixed on a night:
An evening filled with warmth of fair device.
Oft, I see too much with my uncanny sight!
Like fire and frost flowing with fierce ideal,
The pattern of designs made by dark gods.
When the dark maid came to thusly steal…
My very soul, she needed for me no prods.
A moment of reverie reveals what is hidden,
But it comes with a price, and oft unbidden.
How strange it is, in a moment of reverie,
To ponder the turnings of wheels unseen…
For in a blinking of an eye, almost instantly:
Spring blossoms are gone, and sunny gleam!
Both replaced by autumn’s hues and clouds,
Broken by spots of blue, on a clearer day…
When the sky is uncovered of such shrouds.
And I bid the past to be on its’ errant way,
Whilst I turn my attention toward the future!
There is no crystal clear enough to peer in,
Without old fears to make the vision torture:
More acute than the pain I try to hide within.
So long hath it been since a night long past,
When a pale visitor changed my life forever.
Since she changed me I hath known no rest,
And I wonder why, unto her I did surrender.
Didst I expect love from a being of the dark?
I know not, but when this season passes on,
The memories within me will still bite sharp…
And their pain and pleasure are not undone!
Like fire and frost flowing with fierce glory,
The likes of which the dark maid made gift:
Unto my spirit when begun was such story!
Sometimes, in darkness, light is there to lift.
A moment of reverie reveals what is hidden,
But it comes with a price, and oft unbidden.
How beautiful, is humanity’s sleeping bliss,
To be innocent, and know naught of such…
Dark mysteries and terrors, an infernal kiss:
And so much more, than I couldst say thus!
To think that in elder days, this old season,
Was a time when druids found: sacredness.
But modernity hath brought such treason…
That, instead of piety, we oft find sadness!
The lonely centuries I have of old endured,
They haunt me still, and make me feel fear.
And of fear I thought myself wholly cured,
But I know its’ taste when it so draws near.
As I knew the dark maiden’s lips long ago,
And the warmth of her embrace filling me:
Banishing for an instant any traces of woe.
Once I slept in ignorance almost blessedly,
But I changed, became like her in the end.
Seeing all she had to show my eager eyes,
Until I thought madness wouldst hotly rend:
Parts of me I couldst not hide, or disguise!
Like fire and frost flowing with fierce heat,
And cold that burns like fire as it touches…
Life and death together in a bonding sweet!
Freeing the helpless from all life’s crutches.
A moment of reverie reveals what is hidden,
But it comes with a price, and oft unbidden.
How much I long to understand the whole,
Of the things I was not given time to learn!
And what of she who thus, my soul, stole?
I wonder, sometimes, feeling love’s burn…
If my pale, lost lover thinks of me as hotly,
As are my imaginings of passion unending!
I try to be a good girl, to act thoughtfully…
But I feel almost feral at memory’s sending,
Of my spirit, back to the night I spoke of.
How many times, I swore it was a dream…
But I knew the secrets of our unholy love!
Secrets, enough: to make mortals scream.
Some journeys hath no end to their length,
And in seeking a love to equal such a one:
As once filled my heart with dark strength…
I sought in vain, until I thought fate undone.
Soon autumn will give way to wind and ice,
But part of me will remain fixed on a night:
An evening filled with warmth of fair device.
Oft, I see too much with my uncanny sight!
Like fire and frost flowing with fierce ideal,
The pattern of designs made by dark gods.
When the dark maid came to thusly steal…
My very soul, she needed for me no prods.
A moment of reverie reveals what is hidden,
But it comes with a price, and oft unbidden.
Published 20th Oct 2014
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20th Oct 2014 9:09am
It has been said that echoes of the past rebounds on today and the ripples will reach tomorrow. Good read, as always Jessica.
24th Oct 2014 4:44am
I am happy you enjoyed the read, dear Grace! Beautiful comment... you always have such a profound way of putting these sorts of things, and it always resonates with me like music. :)
22nd Oct 2014 6:50am
24th Oct 2014 4:45am
Love can be a powerful thing indeed! Naught is more able to move the wheels that turn the universe than such potent power, whether obvious or hidden.
