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Daughter of the Night and Sister of the Light
- Daughter of the Night -
Behold you now me…
This is who I am and who I have always been!
Just a girl by the window: waiting for midnight,
Deep in silence, bearing a cross of others’ sin.
Gazing to darkness, ignoring all evil and spite!
Craving no light, for the cruel used it against me.
Only night could offer comfort yet to my soul!
I stand revealed: by the window, for all to see.
My feet do not waver, the dark does console…
Comforting, washing away the tears of the past.
Daughter of the Night I became; cry no more!
My breast feels no pain, my voice must laugh…
Once I was broken beyond, to my very core.
Now I stand like a sentinel, surveying a world,
Which must accept me; my will demands this…
Once childish, now I walk a beautiful course.
I became an ideal, of glory, and of pure bliss…
One day all will be as it was when I was loved.
When the ancients called goddess and queen!
Beyond black skies that gather so near above,
My will goes forth, to create my noble dream.
I am eternal, for I am She!
- Sister of the Light -
This is who I am…
Young in body, ancient in spirit: sad and lonely.
Outside the window I can hear tree branches…
Scratching as if to remind me of times gone by.
But I have put the past aside, the better to see,
Though, so imperfect are my heart’s defenses!
The light of the moon, comforts from the sky…
Illumination from that light fills my windowpane.
My determined gaze looks out with all my will!
And my tears, I do not allow to fall, as before,
When they pierced my breast in barbs of pain.
Sister of the Light I once was, but the sad chill,
Caused by solitude, brought me to this shore…
Where I stand as a guardian of all I care about.
I dare not leave to chance that I might be hurt!
And so I bring the light to me, with but a song.
I am its’ sister, and my mind is freed of doubt!
Worlds are born in my soul in a creative spurt,
But I cannot create love without going wrong…
So love must come to me, so time may renew.
Let passion, thus ensue…
Will you take my hand?
Behold you now me…
This is who I am and who I have always been!
Just a girl by the window: waiting for midnight,
Deep in silence, bearing a cross of others’ sin.
Gazing to darkness, ignoring all evil and spite!
Craving no light, for the cruel used it against me.
Only night could offer comfort yet to my soul!
I stand revealed: by the window, for all to see.
My feet do not waver, the dark does console…
Comforting, washing away the tears of the past.
Daughter of the Night I became; cry no more!
My breast feels no pain, my voice must laugh…
Once I was broken beyond, to my very core.
Now I stand like a sentinel, surveying a world,
Which must accept me; my will demands this…
Once childish, now I walk a beautiful course.
I became an ideal, of glory, and of pure bliss…
One day all will be as it was when I was loved.
When the ancients called goddess and queen!
Beyond black skies that gather so near above,
My will goes forth, to create my noble dream.
I am eternal, for I am She!
- Sister of the Light -
This is who I am…
Young in body, ancient in spirit: sad and lonely.
Outside the window I can hear tree branches…
Scratching as if to remind me of times gone by.
But I have put the past aside, the better to see,
Though, so imperfect are my heart’s defenses!
The light of the moon, comforts from the sky…
Illumination from that light fills my windowpane.
My determined gaze looks out with all my will!
And my tears, I do not allow to fall, as before,
When they pierced my breast in barbs of pain.
Sister of the Light I once was, but the sad chill,
Caused by solitude, brought me to this shore…
Where I stand as a guardian of all I care about.
I dare not leave to chance that I might be hurt!
And so I bring the light to me, with but a song.
I am its’ sister, and my mind is freed of doubt!
Worlds are born in my soul in a creative spurt,
But I cannot create love without going wrong…
So love must come to me, so time may renew.
Let passion, thus ensue…
Will you take my hand?
Published 14th Feb 2012
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14th Feb 2012 5:14am
14th Feb 2012 8:06am
the stories are so beautiful. I simply love them. You are such a good writer, Jessica. I wish I could be half as good as you...
14th Feb 2012 8:17pm
Dutyfree, I am humbled by such fantastic praise as you offered up for my poem! To be called Epic is, for me, the highest praise I could imagine.
And Grace, you are such a good friend! I love all of your comments, and I love your poetry too. You are a very good poetess, yourself... so to hear such great praise from you makes me happy indeed.
And Grace, you are such a good friend! I love all of your comments, and I love your poetry too. You are a very good poetess, yourself... so to hear such great praise from you makes me happy indeed.
22nd Apr 2012 1:21am
