I still believe in Fairies

I AM…


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I am …
A woman
With a full heart, hidden
Somewhere in an empty room …
With eyes not quite of Sky blue,
and yet
Neither all of summer’s green;
I wonder …
If love is a tale made for children —
A granting of sweet dreams
 in their innocence —
A honey-coating to help their throats
Choke down the bitter draught …
I hear …
A voice that whispers warnings,
 half-formed,
Bodiless as hope,
until I swear I cannot draw
Another breath unless
 this spectre be unmasked,
His lies mangled
‘neath my righteous tread;
I see …
A woman,
proud,
 uncompromising,
Diaphanous as air — less, even,
 than the tears
That fall in desolation about
 her weary feet,
Salt poison pooled
 upon the withered ground …
I want …
A measure of quietude,
 a certain silence,
The echo of alone
which heals me of dreaming,
The nothing that stills the wanting,
The numb,
the cold that laughs at pain;
I am
A woman,
hidden …I pretend …
That I can live forever —

that Time
Has no puissance
 but that which I afford Him —
And so,
 I can wait,
 I can be happy tomorrow,
Sleep is for the dead;
 but its ghosts haunt my waking …
I feel …
Too much —
too deeply to be directionless,
Too real for imagining,
 and yet the familiar eyes
Hold nothing of recognition
— only my reflection —
A meeting of shadows in sunlit glass;
I touch …
The downy wings of hope,
 in wonder,
In reverence, in need, in hunger;
Alas, it burns my fingers as a flame,
A sacrilege, self-defined …
I worry …
That I am alone;
that in my longing
I have forsaken all —
 but oh, what reward,
What smile divine should light the path
 to freedom —
And how can I but heed the siren’s call?
I cry …
For having too much,
 for fear of bursting,
And then,
 when by the pouring of my soul
I lie, a vessel emptied, I cry again
For what was had, and lost;
I am
A woman,
empty …
I understand
That life is what you make it,
That sometimes,

 

 

the coat of many colors
That marks your triumphs brightly,
 blends only
To loneliest of grey …
I say
That we are made by life,
 shaped,
Broken,
 perhaps — unmade and voided —
But always,
 the core of us remains, waiting
With only faith,
with trust, to be reborn;
I dream
Of bluest waters, reaching
With unnatural hands
 toward the faded sky,
Of dolphins
 that wander in seas without limits,
Carrying me
 water-breathing past
corals and clouds …
I try …
To lead by example, knowing
That merely the telling holds no power;
A gift of giving is merely a day, while
A gift of knowing spans forever;
I hope …
That my darkness holds you gently,
That pain is halved by sharing,
 that feeling
Wields nothing
past the words it summons,
Except that it touch you
 with only healing …
I am
A woman,
only.

5 responses

  1. Sininen

    By looking at his mirror, his eyes, you’ve become the one you are. Without…. you wouldn’t be the same.

    May 1, 2008 at 08:26

  2. Angel eyes

    Oh my dear dear friend so much inside  such a lasting love and longing heat  you are such a precious soul and it is a true honour to be known as your friend  angel eyes

    May 1, 2008 at 10:05

  3. p

    beautiful sentiments expressed in words.  Your talent is certainly poetry and mine is not, I have others I guess.  God blesses everyone different ways.  Take good care my friend, xxluvya, Pauline

    May 1, 2008 at 12:56

  4. Al's

    And you are loved still.  Look at the friends to whom you mean so much.  You are an angel.  Be sweet and take care.
    Hugs,
    Al

    May 2, 2008 at 01:16

  5. Romeo

    I send you lots of love.
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    ╔╗║║╔═╦╦╦═╗*. . *║╚╣║║║║╩╣* * * ╚═╩═╩═╩═╝.*.*
    ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ яσвєят
    If an angel is someone who’s so filled with love,it’s a gift that they constantly share,If an angel is someone who looks out for othersand gives them a nudge here and there,If an angel is someone who touches your lifewith a heart that’s both joyful and wise,Then even though they don’t have halo or wings,there an angel in human disguise.
    Take chances… a lot of them. Because honestly, no matter where you end up- and with who, it always ends up just the way it should be.
     Your mistakes make you who you are… you learn and grow with each choice you make.
    Everything is worth it.
     say how you feel- always .
     Be you, and be okay with it. It doesn’t matter what any other person thinks. 
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    May 4, 2008 at 20:28

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