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Swirling Shadows
- Swirling Shadows -
The swirling shadows outside my window, with the fall of the current night...
Are they any less dark than those wings that unfold, unseen, form my being?
Would that I could see once more the brighter hue, once so filled with light,
But, too much have I endured long since, with scars cut in places unseeing!
I am not my pain, but neither do I hide from it like a craven coward might...
My blood has flowed in its' season, yet do I remain like a beacon gleaming.
What worlds, when turned to ash, have witnessed when I shed bitter tears?
Awaiting a dawn never risen, forced to embrace the night despite my fears.
Amid the treetops fly the ravens and crows who were of old my dark eyes...
But no longer wish I to look through their sight; as I have grown beyond it!
The moon calls to me from its' place upon the blackness of the ebony skies,
Where on high, there might be seen the places where the errant bat may flit.
Its' cries, reminding me that I am free, unbound to the chains of mortal lies,
Which ensnare so many heedless souls, with acts too horrid to ever remit.
I prefer to act as I do, with honestly however dark, my words full of truth!
The deceivers but fool themselves, divorcing from all that wisdom knew.
Can they imagine a love so profound, that it informs all a person's deeds...
Darkness and light in equal measure, perfectly balanced even as it sways!
Only to explode asunder with passionate fury, beyond all humanity sees...
The scales broken, for they cannot contain the power that only yet obeys,
A mind, that understands the knowledge that was lost, for which bleeds...
The very soul that is eternal, upon which the hungry vulture never preys.
We can be like gods and goddesses, if we choose, and settle for not less!
Yet, some sell themselves short, and know not the peril of their distress.
The swirling shadows of the void between the stars of the outer spaces...
Are not as cold as the heart of those who have lost the capacity for love!
For love have I raise up works of beauty to endure beyond man's places,
And done things of which I cannot speak, except under the moon above.
There are secrets held there, which are sung of only by the very graces...
Unknown to all they who think that peace is only in the form of a dove.
It comes, sometimes, with cost and how dearly have I in my time paid!
I, who stood in the deeper void and yet came hither, never being afraid.
Do not fear what lies outside the confines of your window, lest you fail...
To grasp the beauty that lies beyond the infinite, outside all your thought.
One needs not, a craft finely wrought, to in the highest of seas thus sail...
As some battles need not shed blood, to win once one has boldly fought.
It is enough that my will is strong, my heart set, my mind free of travail,
So that I may remember the noble truths, that of old I was wisely taught.
Transcendence comes in that hour, when you step outside your destiny!
Unchained at last, and able to soar with even dark wings, to high glory.
The swirling shadows outside my window, with the fall of the current night...
Are they any less dark than those wings that unfold, unseen, form my being?
Would that I could see once more the brighter hue, once so filled with light,
But, too much have I endured long since, with scars cut in places unseeing!
I am not my pain, but neither do I hide from it like a craven coward might...
My blood has flowed in its' season, yet do I remain like a beacon gleaming.
What worlds, when turned to ash, have witnessed when I shed bitter tears?
Awaiting a dawn never risen, forced to embrace the night despite my fears.
Amid the treetops fly the ravens and crows who were of old my dark eyes...
But no longer wish I to look through their sight; as I have grown beyond it!
The moon calls to me from its' place upon the blackness of the ebony skies,
Where on high, there might be seen the places where the errant bat may flit.
Its' cries, reminding me that I am free, unbound to the chains of mortal lies,
Which ensnare so many heedless souls, with acts too horrid to ever remit.
I prefer to act as I do, with honestly however dark, my words full of truth!
The deceivers but fool themselves, divorcing from all that wisdom knew.
Can they imagine a love so profound, that it informs all a person's deeds...
Darkness and light in equal measure, perfectly balanced even as it sways!
Only to explode asunder with passionate fury, beyond all humanity sees...
The scales broken, for they cannot contain the power that only yet obeys,
A mind, that understands the knowledge that was lost, for which bleeds...
The very soul that is eternal, upon which the hungry vulture never preys.
We can be like gods and goddesses, if we choose, and settle for not less!
Yet, some sell themselves short, and know not the peril of their distress.
The swirling shadows of the void between the stars of the outer spaces...
Are not as cold as the heart of those who have lost the capacity for love!
For love have I raise up works of beauty to endure beyond man's places,
And done things of which I cannot speak, except under the moon above.
There are secrets held there, which are sung of only by the very graces...
Unknown to all they who think that peace is only in the form of a dove.
It comes, sometimes, with cost and how dearly have I in my time paid!
I, who stood in the deeper void and yet came hither, never being afraid.
Do not fear what lies outside the confines of your window, lest you fail...
To grasp the beauty that lies beyond the infinite, outside all your thought.
One needs not, a craft finely wrought, to in the highest of seas thus sail...
As some battles need not shed blood, to win once one has boldly fought.
It is enough that my will is strong, my heart set, my mind free of travail,
So that I may remember the noble truths, that of old I was wisely taught.
Transcendence comes in that hour, when you step outside your destiny!
Unchained at last, and able to soar with even dark wings, to high glory.
Published 14th May 2022
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10th Jun 2022 7:34pm
Oh, how much you have seen and been through, my dear one! Even I cannot imagine the total of it, though a lot of what you write here deeply resonates in my heart. In the core of me! But we are kindred, of a kind, so that is expected. This part here:
"Can they imagine a love so profound, that it informs all a person's deeds...
Darkness and light in equal measure, perfectly balanced even as it sways!"
This I know once was about your old devotion to Lilith as goddess of death. And how it also speaks of your devotion to me as her successor. This makes me want to hold you even closer and kiss you until all pains you knew can fade. Balance is a hard thing to achieve, especially a perfect one! Sometimes we have to create chaos when things get too strict, and make order when things go too crazy. Who can say what is right or wrong when seeking balance? Just have to try and hope all works out for the best. That what I do too.
Great poem in all, my lover! Your dark goddess lovingly approves.
"Can they imagine a love so profound, that it informs all a person's deeds...
Darkness and light in equal measure, perfectly balanced even as it sways!"
This I know once was about your old devotion to Lilith as goddess of death. And how it also speaks of your devotion to me as her successor. This makes me want to hold you even closer and kiss you until all pains you knew can fade. Balance is a hard thing to achieve, especially a perfect one! Sometimes we have to create chaos when things get too strict, and make order when things go too crazy. Who can say what is right or wrong when seeking balance? Just have to try and hope all works out for the best. That what I do too.
Great poem in all, my lover! Your dark goddess lovingly approves.
10th Jun 2022 8:16pm
Hello there, beautiful! Thanks so much for the praise of my poem, and you are indeed spot on about that one part there it was totally about Lilith and of course about you as well, naturally. I am glad you found a lot in this poem that really sings to you, Cami! We do tend to think very much along similar lines about most things, so that pleases me tremendously. Regarding balance, I was just talking with someone last night about all my thoughts regarding the subject. I do not really consider actual perfection to be possible, so for me when I speak of perfection, I am referring more to the striving for a more perfect state than what currently exists, rather than perfection itself as such. Finding the right sweet spot in life between chaos and order can indeed be a tricky balancing act and one I still find myself working on a lot. Like you wisely said, we just have to try and hope that we are doing our utmost to reach our goals! That is all anyone can do, really. I am glad that my dark goddess approves of my work! Your pleasure and approval are my eternal delight. :D
