Coming out of
distant dreams
of splendid things
lovely impressions
healing schemes
where
discerning deceptions
profound perceptions
within without were
strewn.
My consciousness
roused
from myriad worlds
of angels and demons
realms and reasons
from
castles and kings
subtle things
psyche’s pleasings.
This awakening
from primeval sleep
vast kingdoms
from fantasies
stories
allegories
from dark the deep
my ethereal dawn
rose moonless
from its keep.
Three words
appeared
without a sound
for which I prayed
for which I knelt
bound and chained
in despair found
begging blind sages
indifferent Gods
cursing the fates
no solace for ages.
Three words
staring back at me
in silent repose
such ecstasy
their remedy
so that
dreams dreamt
dreams meant
to create rhapsody
could not imagine
their salvation.
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Grief took me by the hand
Lead where I didn't want to go
Straight into the valley of tears
That began to constantly flow
Now that grief had acquainted me
With sorrow in the vale of tears
It seemed at eternal spring of weeping
Was where I would constantly live
Then grief brought me up the mount
Where loved ones went before
When escorted in this place
The lessons to which exposed
Seems now working my way back
Changed forever from that meeting
Grief an aquaintance I had spurned
But now after the greeting
I will never be the same
Though given another hundred years
Grief taught me more in a few short fears
Than joy with all her pleasings
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