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There is this silver thread between us;
it's woven into our skin.
Our souls are sewn with stitches torn
from the rips and shreds and pain.
In the stillness of the night when
the darkness like a blanket enfolds;
It covers us in peace and quiet,
and lets the memories flow.
No matter how dark it seems,
and how endless the winter chill;
there beats a flame within my blood
for we share the same DNA.
And I feel that you're always close,
now matter how far apart we are;
I see you with my second sight,
and feel you in my heart.
And one day I know,
we'll be together again somehow;
in a boat sailing to heaven
upon a fluffy cloud.
For you and I are connected,
our silver threads woven tight;
and no matter how dark the hours,
I can always foresee the light.
© Michelle Morris, 2021
The Bulldog Gets Married
The day is perfect:
Sunlight gold
Sapphire blue
The skies smile down upon us
Silence rings with joy.
She too, stands perfect:
Her Beauty pure
Her dress like snow
Swirls about her flawless youth;
The quiet music starts.
Together we walk
Hand in hand,
Stone by stone
Her future waits before us,
Shining in the sun.
She who won my heart
Rules hers today;
There she stands,
Ablaze with love and honor
Watching our approach.
The final end of Childhood comes
As with one kiss
All is sealed
With public vows and rings
All who witness much approve.
The photographs
Are duly taken
The friends all laugh in love
As my daughter rules her Day
With not the slightest show of effort
The Past enfolds the Present
As we lift each glass and toast
We all accept our Futures
As the sun smiles on us all,
Enfolding us in light
Shared memories fill
The festive air
The dying Summer
Stretches out in languid Peace
To make this Day Eternal
Yet even Eternities end,
Making way for others;
The Forever light of Childhood
Yields to Infinite Adulthood, that to Age,
On into the starry Night approaching with the shadows...
Pair by Pair
The guests depart
The Couple leaves to start their Life.
The silent Wheel turns ever on,
Bearing us upon its rim.
So she who owns my heart
Leaves holding hers;
All is as such things should Be.
A Summer dies, a Fall begins;
The Quiet rains around us.
A Forever Day, this Day;
A piece of What Will Ever Be:
Love and Laughter
Wrapped in gold and sapphire,
In a Silence that rings with Joy.
Like an inherited bad gene
evil lurks in hearts that seem clean.
An ugly ogre mean and green,
it makes us act in ways obscene.
Since the day our fore parents fell
us humans have been doomed to hell.
Cain rushed into evil pell-mell,
his action was Abel’s death knell.
Try as we might, we can’t escape
evil enfolds us like a cape.
Bending our poor souls out of shape
desiring God’s image to rape.
That’s why the Father sent His Son
to defeat sin, and evil shun.
The cross he bore, felt like a ton
but when he rose, the fight was won.
When Jesus taught his friends to pray,
“Free us from evil” he did say.
So even though we’re made of clay
God’s help is promised us each day.
His victory is ours to claim,
we need no longer live in shame.
Through divine power, in our frame,
we conquer evil in his name.
Rapturous petals always
reflect the immortal,fiery
light.
The impregnable,potent
snowstorm abides in the
passing rainbow.
The symphonic melody of
the past blooms like
a delightful creek.
Every step in this tough,
rocky road is watered
by agonizing tears.
It enfolds the undying,
unrelenting sun.
Its solace is a sublime,
wandering grace of
the dark rill.
Unraveling the tapestry of
zeal is released an unwavering
truth crossing the
labyrinthine heart.
The light of diamond transcends
unswerving,towering cliffs.
Our beloved ,enduring
daisy,even the wise
star bows to your
innocence,grace
and beauty.
Masks
Feelings often fall – like tear drops – upon life’s mirrors.
Experiences seem to coalesce within the surface of bottomless lakes.
Written words tell stories ones voice does not mean to speak of.
Ones subconscious enfolds – all – lost upon the waves of times passing.
Into life – she brings - many, many rays of brilliant light.
She has been the catalyst for many a dazzling day !
Sadly, hovering within reach, so many black clouds and lightening
- judgmental, critical, know it all, distant, walls, no feelings for –
casting heavy shadows across the faces of hope, of desire,
of dreams unfulfilled, of experience touched but ever so lightly.
These black clouds, these shadows, these rays of light,
combined - beneath your beauty - a mask doth make, to hide. to show
within eyes one can look into that gives one glimpses of you.
After all this time !, I still know not, nor what to do ?
B. J. “A” 2
November 3rd 2006
On angel wings
By Michelle Morris
29/04/2020
On angel wings I can rest,
Rest my weary head;
On angel wings I know that
I am safe, safe always;
So peacefully and blessed...
(I am blessed...)
Chorus:
And your grace,
It enfolds me,
I just want you to
Hold me;
Don't ever leave me,
'Cos clearly I need you...
(I need you...)
And your grace,
It enfolds me,
Your grace
Makes me whole,
(It makes me whole...)
And I become whole,
(Whole again...)
And my blessings never end...
(They never end...)
(end chorus)
On angel wings I can fly,
Fly free to be as God's fated;
On angel wings I could die,
My soul enters heaven's gated...
(And my soul is saved...)
My soul is saved...
(I am saved...)
Chorus
On angel wings I am free,
Free to be with you;
On angel wings I am new,
New to all it brings...
And my soul sings...
(My soul sings once more...)
I am part of heaven's chorus...
(Heaven's chorus...)
Chorus
And my blessings never end...
(They never end...)
© Michelle Morris, 2020
In a world where I do not exist, poetry lies.
My progeny disappears - there are no words.
Exists not a pair of green eyes, only the wind sighs
at that particular point when angels are birds.
In a world where I do not exist, air is arms,
fleshless, without compassion, unfelt. Steam
enfolds those I’d have esteemed with my coat of arms.
I’d be nobody at all, not even a forlorn dream.
In a world where I do not exist, I do not serve.
There is only one me with my speciality.
The sick, dying, those crying, get not what they deserve.
This time and place features an abnormality.
In a world where I do not exist, even my ancestors
are forgotten. Who exists to remember their stories?
How is their time filled, those honeymoon trimesters?
My name, my soul, my spot has naught its glories.
Has my husband found another honey or died?
In a world where I do not exist, can my soulmate strut?
Perhaps and rightly so, he believes that poetry lied.
Alone, forgotten, divorced, devoid of he knows not what?
In the depths of night, when stars lament their solitude and the moon veils her face in clouds,
I sink into the ocean of silence, into the weight of nothingness that enfolds me like a second skin.
I drift through days as a shadow among shadows, unseen, unchanged,
bearing the burden of existence like an invisible cloak, a veil of melancholy.
Silence becomes my music, a song of lost souls in life's labyrinth,
and I surrender to its rhythm, a waltz of shadows dancing in the abyss of thoughts.
I exist only in the moments when silence becomes word, a whisper of eternity,
and I let myself be carried by the current of memories, by the waves of oblivion,
into a world where stars are tears of gods, falling into the abyss of night.
It is enough to be thus, a speck of dust in the moonlight, a dream lost in reverie,
for sometimes, just to be, to sink into silence, is an act of magic.
In silence I find solace, in nothingness I find meaning,
and I let myself be carried by the stream of consciousness, a river of thoughts and emotions,
towards the shores of oblivion, where all is lost and all is found.
I am a shadow among shadows, an echo of echoes,
yet in my silence there is a whole world, a universe of dreams and melancholy.
It is enough to exist thus, in this space of in-between,
where reality and dream intertwine, where being and non-being meet,
for sometimes, just to be, to sink into silence, is an act of magic,
a dance of the soul in the abyss of night.
my beloved 'Snow' calls my name
his whisper soft
he waits for me deep in the forest
with white hair of
falling snowflakes
I surrender and abandon my heart
breathless
captivated I run to him
as winter clouds swirl above
and snow veiled trees hang sleepy
in a scene of quiet serenity
he waits
by an ice blue stream
where snowflakes are saturated
with magical lights
and a winter blue bird sings sweetly
cold arms wrap around me
and we are swirling and dancing
in this surreal twirling love
his ardent strokes caress my hair
he touches my lips
with his frozen fingers
taking me on a romantic stroll
oh, I so desire to see his face
but he always hides it he enfolds me
until his feather fingers
fade and melt away
but this eternal love is
my forever
and each time snowflakes fall
he calls my name . . .
Winter
Then it is winter,
When the cold, like the icy hands of death,
Enfold the earth in sleep and rest.
When the cold, crisp air bits at your flesh,
And the bare frosty trees stand like giant tombstones,
Against the dark, foreboding sky.
All the earth joins in sweet repose.
When the snow, like a velvet shroud,
Enfolds it in silent sleep.
It is Winter,
The earth is waiting like a simple mortal soul;
In quiet slumber.
Waiting for the resurrection and life anew.
Quiet and melancholy.
Yet within is a promise.
Promise of new life and beauty;
To burst forth at the budding of a flower.
At the glitter of a raindrop.