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Glaiza Anne Wood Poem
The sun has set, yet the moon hasn’t waxed
I stand in the screaming darkness
Seconds, minutes and hours pass
There is not a single star in the evening sky
The wind blows against me
He scorches my face, my hands… my soul
Extreme heaviness is all around
Around my heart, inside of me
Silver Angel, my sun has set!
Ceres gazes on me not!
The night is empty
Silver Angel, come to my aide!
Be swift with your blow
Strike Home!
Take me away ebony mist
Take me to my sun, where it forever shines.
Copyright © Glaiza Anne Wood | Year Posted 2006
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Glaiza Anne Wood Poem
Dying rays of silent stream into a silent room
It’s golden beams dancing
Light in animate motion
Its master is soon to sink below horizon’s velvet hills
Cornflower, tangerine and crimson stain the sky
Clouds drift…their feathered underbellies glowing bright
Anticipating Dusk’s end, the first pair of paragon eyes appear
Twinkling…
Light in animate motion
A matchstick strikes!
Its orange tongue licks the gathering darkness
A candle’s lit!
The wax melts off the darkened wick
It hisses from the water of last night’s rain
Light floods the room halfway through
Its finger reaching out to the shadows
Light… in animate motion
It soaks the curtains and chairs
Light in Animate motion
The silver disk begins to wax
Soon the dark is filled with silver tridents
Ceres!
She dances through the fields
Light in animate motion
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Leaves of gold, red and yellow
Dance to the ground to a tune oh so mellow
Silent footsteps of a lonely lover’s grief
Trudges through the foliage that lady autumn herself conceive
A desolate sparrow that’s gone astray
Returns to its nest now bare and gray
Soon the land will turn ashen and cold
As it was before in days of old
But through all this you could hear
The laughter of children, full of cheer
It is not long till Demeter’s lovely flower to her restore
The flower that brought the wild winter wind, to awake and roar
Soon the lonely lover will find a better day
Soon the lost sparrow will be on his way
Soon love shall fill the air and the earth will bloom
Restoring to its grace what winter has once doomed
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Glaiza Anne Wood Poem
I look into the mirror; I see what I want to see
I see you
I see you and I
You love me, I guess… Perhaps I love you too
At least I was happy… that’s what I wanted to see
You were smiling still, but the mirror me started to cry
I felt my own cheeks
My real cheeks
Warm and wet with my tears
My knees buckled, I fell limp and cold
As I cupped my face in my hands, a shower of diamonds fell
They fell all around me
I pick up the precious stones
I cut my hand and I realize…
No… they’re not jewels, only broken jagged glass
The mirror was broken and you were gone
You stepped out
You moved on
You walked right through me
I grabbed your hand
But to you I no longer existed
You went to another mirror, to someone else, to where you belong
Someone else saw what she wanted to see
She saw herself with you
And she was happy
Copyright © Glaiza Anne Wood | Year Posted 2006
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