The Shore
 

Want for nothing or Want
For more
The Tree said kindly to leave
The Shore said so this Eve
Of Ever After
Would we see us again
If we reached it
Would these Waters Breath us
These Salt sprinkled Pebble Stones
Lead us
Would we stand here and
Understand

Would we grace
The sand with our Hand and feel
Us
Stand united

One more
Just one more Breath
Of All
Before we, kindly, leave
One more,
Before we fall into Nothing of More
My Love of Ever After

Mi Rakel Stockholm 20171012

The Net
 

Dullness spreads
and easiness
We take we leave we rest
Greying numbness
in caress
And steps and stops and tests

For this is nothing new
For this is all eternal
For all that we can do
Is strive in the infernal

There a light
There a shimmer of divine
A crack, a fine path breaking
A net building up, shining
Cross the face of darkness
We see All.

Tread lightly on my Feathers
Friend
For Light
I have
But Feathers fall so easy

Wear my Voice so Gently
Dear
For Gentle
I am
But Voices are frail and unceasing

And please, beat with Calm my Heart,
My Love,
For Calm
We can
But a Heart upset
could down us completely.

Arrive at me, you will, always
There is no before and no after
But we play with care
With instruments lent us
For what grace, I pray, is there
that wear the lender bare.

Tread lightly on my Feathers,
Friend,
as my Voice rize frail to greet you
and our Hearts
Arrive
At Calm.

In blank we stand
All naked

This void we have
What is

One step of nothingness
One hail

And all is won
And all is lost
And we can start
Again

It's empty, see?,
And free
You can move in here
At ease

And can you
Hear
The Silence?

Only You
And me
This is the path
We got
This is the path
We part

Take hold and paint
Your world in here
Make all your wishes
Dance

Step with care and love,
My dear
This empty space is
All
For now
All you'll know, for long.

And once we fall,
No recall
No lifevests on,
No rope to haul
The room we have
Is all.

In front of us now,
She lies,
In all her void glory.
A story's spring,
A saga's birth,
The cradle of all songs.
Here will happen
All that be,
Here will all that happens
end.

In blank we stand
In blank we might awaken

Oh the fortune, to get
Christmas lights.

Nit and pick
and leave
the fallen leaves to fare
as they will.

Treat and trick
and homestead stick
and flick the pumped up
light switch.

Tis the season
to be folly,
come, I pray,
be jolly, as stardust flies,
a million goodbyes.
The loss is but illusion.

To say it is not...
To say it...
is...
not...

To turn away.

Of all the wrapping
extravaganza, and light show
madness and shopping frenzies
and soul suffocating
must-be's,
this is the worse of all:

To try and not care,
for we are not really here,
at all.

The jewel is ours,
privilege and pain.
With all her shine,
and her dust and her brine,
in our reach only, here for us.


Yet another night.

Oh the fortune, to get
Christmas lights.

Ne tre, alde bruei
ke fer met'endeled, se u feur g' soOl

Hedre ves, e sheriumgu sood,
me umba gre jeu [ø]
ne te alduloOg
vrei

Naat erke seide hen
She, mei vaan.
Naat elvert vridu je
neider gla me oOg leu

Me heer de nir um sho
Ble vet tool g' merdensta

Vivat tal an dreiver coost
Ne vir derum stoug

Vri fer da, um stir an far,
bleite me de gaal.

You are amazing...

So pleased I found your words that support me...

What a pleasant surprise, someone has read / commented :hug2:

Thank you! /Mi