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Mistress of Twilight
- Mistress of Twilight -
The domains of the living possess two faces,
One side we see with senses of physicality...
The other, lies beyond more material graces.
One must see with the third eye, spiritually...
To embrace the totality of all that truly exists.
Oh such madness to embrace the unknown!
Am I am mad then, to in such things persist?
It is not easy, to stray so far from our home,
The world of five simple senses, this facade!
Harder still, to remain within the boundaries,
When thou art beyond their limited palisade.
I know reality's foundations and foundries...
Where art made things the senses know not.
Realms of ice wherein frozen shades lament,
And realms of fire, heated by lusty thought...
In either, one is either soothed or apart rent!
How didst I endure passage in such a span?
In expanses where to cross is like an ordeal.
I kept in my heart, a higher will and its' plan!
This was enough, to break every gate's seal.
Shall I acquaint thee, mortal, with the roses,
That bloom in sanguine plains of scarlet hue?
Their floral fragrance is a blessing to noses...
Which need not the body to enjoy it so true.
No waters of this world, anoint their petals...
Nor the hands of any gardener there attend,
The gardens that gleam brighter than metals.
Bright flowers of many colors, at time's end!
For what is time and space, in those planes?
Naught to those who art not, by time, held...
Timeless twilight exists in the dark domains!
On the cusp of darkness, where light is felt,
Like a lover's caress, seen in golden colors.
Similar to a perpetual autumn's afternoons...
With the pure intensity of embracing lovers.
There, the very dead rise from their tombs!
For they art moved by such beauty, to rise,
More pristine than when they walked prior.
They were purified, by the chill bite of ice...
And awoken, by the enormity of love's fire.
I am the frost, I am the flame; I, transcend!
The gates of Hell art broken, rent each bar.
Where I pass, no infernal artisan will mend,
What I set my mind to devastate and mar...
Until my feet set, on paradise-like splendor.
All to pluck a single rose, a solitary flower!
It held a facet, of my soul's divine thunder...
A tiny part of a spark of a divinity's power.
But it was mine, and I reclaimed it wholly...
And twilight smiled at my apparent victory.
When I departed that place, I left willfully...
As befits, the embodiment of some divinity.
The dead returned to wherever they dwelt,
As the damned received their awful chains.
Before my rose I bent knee and thus knelt,
Piously, whilst I felt its' beauty ease pains...
Erase torments, and release even old fears.
Soon I felt the call of the senses and thus...
This reverie ended; verily, it felt like years!
All this was but a part that I canst confess.
Merest moments pass in the twilight,
Seeming like years to the sojourner.
In places beyond our day and night,
Who shall be the seeker's comforter?
Love and light alone shall do for this,
And naught else, even in darkness...
Where illumination, brings lofty bliss.
I hath become, its' solitary mistress!
The domains of the living possess two faces,
One side we see with senses of physicality...
The other, lies beyond more material graces.
One must see with the third eye, spiritually...
To embrace the totality of all that truly exists.
Oh such madness to embrace the unknown!
Am I am mad then, to in such things persist?
It is not easy, to stray so far from our home,
The world of five simple senses, this facade!
Harder still, to remain within the boundaries,
When thou art beyond their limited palisade.
I know reality's foundations and foundries...
Where art made things the senses know not.
Realms of ice wherein frozen shades lament,
And realms of fire, heated by lusty thought...
In either, one is either soothed or apart rent!
How didst I endure passage in such a span?
In expanses where to cross is like an ordeal.
I kept in my heart, a higher will and its' plan!
This was enough, to break every gate's seal.
Shall I acquaint thee, mortal, with the roses,
That bloom in sanguine plains of scarlet hue?
Their floral fragrance is a blessing to noses...
Which need not the body to enjoy it so true.
No waters of this world, anoint their petals...
Nor the hands of any gardener there attend,
The gardens that gleam brighter than metals.
Bright flowers of many colors, at time's end!
For what is time and space, in those planes?
Naught to those who art not, by time, held...
Timeless twilight exists in the dark domains!
On the cusp of darkness, where light is felt,
Like a lover's caress, seen in golden colors.
Similar to a perpetual autumn's afternoons...
With the pure intensity of embracing lovers.
There, the very dead rise from their tombs!
For they art moved by such beauty, to rise,
More pristine than when they walked prior.
They were purified, by the chill bite of ice...
And awoken, by the enormity of love's fire.
I am the frost, I am the flame; I, transcend!
The gates of Hell art broken, rent each bar.
Where I pass, no infernal artisan will mend,
What I set my mind to devastate and mar...
Until my feet set, on paradise-like splendor.
All to pluck a single rose, a solitary flower!
It held a facet, of my soul's divine thunder...
A tiny part of a spark of a divinity's power.
But it was mine, and I reclaimed it wholly...
And twilight smiled at my apparent victory.
When I departed that place, I left willfully...
As befits, the embodiment of some divinity.
The dead returned to wherever they dwelt,
As the damned received their awful chains.
Before my rose I bent knee and thus knelt,
Piously, whilst I felt its' beauty ease pains...
Erase torments, and release even old fears.
Soon I felt the call of the senses and thus...
This reverie ended; verily, it felt like years!
All this was but a part that I canst confess.
Merest moments pass in the twilight,
Seeming like years to the sojourner.
In places beyond our day and night,
Who shall be the seeker's comforter?
Love and light alone shall do for this,
And naught else, even in darkness...
Where illumination, brings lofty bliss.
I hath become, its' solitary mistress!
Published 21st Feb 2016
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21st Feb 2016 2:26pm
22nd Feb 2016 7:23am
Oh indeed! In the infinities of existence there are always many edges that one must come to the brink of in order to experience what lies beyond... only how one prepares themselves may vary, but the sense of wonder never changes. And whether it be light or dark that one finds past the threshold, there is always beauty too, and such is the very stuff of poetry. :)
22nd Feb 2016 5:37am
22nd Feb 2016 7:25am
I am glad that you do, Zoey! This poem I penned has many meanings for me, some subtle and others more obvious... much like twilight itself, and its' varied hues betwixt the fading day and the descending night. ;)
22nd Feb 2016 9:43pm
the depth of beauty bewilders, it contains so much that multiple readings are essential, very nice!...
26th Feb 2016 00:27am
Thank you, Dean! Your comment honors me very much... I always strive to add a certain degree of beauty to all of my poems, either to one degree or another, so I am happy that this poem's beauty has come across so well. :)
