Category Archives: Imagination

forever by the light of the moon

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There

on the icy waters

the  pale outline of two souls

 

you can see the connection

it bleeds into the night

tendrils weaving through the darkness

 

Glimmering

faint

suspended

between time

space

reality

fiction

the shadows of mind

the veils of truth

 

Two souls

the outline of phantom limbs reaching for one another

Over the frozen waters

in the brightness of the light

of the moon

 

blinded

they reach

they stare

between time

space

reality

the shadows of mind

the windows of acceptance

 

Fading

The moon leaves the souls

Darkness descends

They grow dim

Once more

Forever reaching with phantom limbs

 

This scene

this tale

the souls

until the end of time

they reflect over the glimmering waters of the night

 

at times frozen

at times alive

always waiting

behind the veil of this life

 


Air of being

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Do you believe
In what seems to be

The love felt for your souls
The pain felt for yours lost

How tomorrow can come after today
How a day can span forever
A moment may exist ever or never

Do you believe

In what seems to be

Your souls completion left aside
Your souls reason passed on by

Your souls adrift
You lost your mind
Your place is missed

Perhaps left behind

 

Do you believe

In what seems to be

 

To lose a piece of your soul
Time often takes its toll
Its seems unfair that all must wait
For the time we contemplate

If we were born too late

If we have missed the date
Why do we have to wait
For our destined fate

To reveal the truth

To our soul

To see the meaning

In our mind

To believe in what seems to be

For ever

Or perhaps

just this time

 

 

 

 

 

 

~wordsweneversaid… thank you

Unexpected

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The journey I foresee is a mission with destiny, take my mind to where it can see, take my soul who yearns to be free… But love, where is love intertwined with this? Perhaps it is the yearning of that sacred bliss. One with the hidden power of the soul. Fortified twice by the angels… left alone in sorrow.

Alone

Harken the sound of awakening and hear it vibrate with song. Listen with the fibers of being, which you have felt all along. This sound is breath… it can be tasted and seen. This sound is freedom… lingering… serene. Now show me this journey and let me know what it means…

Love

For I can hear it, taste it, recognize its scent… embrace it, yet I can tell you not what it meant. Not now, nor yesterday… perhaps tomorrow in the moments… I feel it shall surprise… as if seeing is believing beneath the shadows of disguise… hidden even in plain sight, widened is the gaze I take on a seemingly endless flight.

A dream

This journey of the senses with destiny and angels and love invested, is what? Another day, another vision, another lesson, guidance, protection? But as if written for me, this journey perhaps still remains to be seen. Maybe it is and always will be… a place within my dreams. A place I always shall see… my haven, my destiny

 

 

For wordsweneversaid:

Dear M.L. Thank you for the inspiration… hope this suits your taste… think I may have missed the mark

A *journey
with a hint of *despair
a splash of *awakening
the main ingredient is *surprise
*Unexpected * solace

 

Invisible

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Pondering the meaning of simply being

Just breathing

And suddenly believing

In Something

Anything

 

Then a word breaks my silence

 

 

JUST

A word that implies complacency

JUST

A word that begs understanding

JUST

A word that I can say to you in a moment

For a moment

JUST

 

Then a thought intrudes my rant

 

Now you see

What you have made of me

with my words I constantly sew

A picture I so vaguely know

 

ALONE

you know so

in your bones

ALONE

all and one

together

ALONE

and this could be the end

it could be…

 

With my words I see all that I feel

My chest aches

The cavity which bears

all the invisible tears

 

What say you next

whether in words or thought

Bring not emotions

 

For my mind can fail not

What my soul has left to thought

 

 

 

 

I need to write

I need to feel

I need to embrace all which I have shunned

I am sorry

I shall write

Hope and Destiny

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Dear Hope and Destiny,

Waiting, as I have been. Watching, as I have been also… I sit and ponder you tonight,  as I have many times over the years… it seems as if you are simply hidden from me. Is it my lot to live the same days over and over? Feel the same emotions. Envision the same dream year after year… it seems it may be that my destiny may simply be to live… and by live I mean exist. It would also seem negative or narrow… but it is my truth.

I remember when I was younger… I had hope… hope and destiny… a dream that there was something great on the horizon… one of my dreams… I remember when I was younger, do you? Perhaps one day you will…

Lately my nights have been dreamless as have been my days. I can’t write. I haven’t had the nightly inspirations which engulf me in my sleep, for sleep too has eluded me. Uninspired… I suppose.

 

Anyway, I stray…

 

It would seem my destiny and hope are on holiday… I wish you well.

 

Writing from where I am alive,

Enreal

The truth within the mirror

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I stand before you now…

I am here to greet you…

for as long as this eternity is…

I have failed to meet you

You look old

You seem wise

your gaze is distant

Can you meet my eyes?

We stare at the reflections, blinded by the truth in our eyes… the mirrored walls capture the pairs, the countless futures hidden behind so many eternal tears… Oh mirror, oh mother, oh sister, oh lover… where have you taken my sight, my future, my plight… when will it all seem right?

Where does thy gaze travel?

So far art thou eyes

Where does thy truth wander?

Over countless horizons, over infinite skies…

So I beseech thee to answer… can you meet my eyes… can you look into our future and see where it lies… for this is me as well as thee…  for this sight is mine by any given rite… who are you to hold my life? Who are you, if not me by sight?

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“I am that I am… I know for what you ask… but do you ponder the meanings of the answers? The burden is mine to bear, so perhaps it is this we share… for you seek not fortune, nor fame… you seek not pleasure, yet perhaps you seek pain… you myself are me through and through… do you think I would keep these things from you? Think before you speak… think before you seek… there is a reason I am old… you may not be willing to carry such a burden when one is given to you… so for now live and learn… for this is your part in me… this is our journey… remember to think before you seek…”

“The older I get, the more questions gather from my minds… “

 

 

She smiles… This is who she is… The reflection smiles back…

 

Light and Time

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I forgot the time
I forgot the present

I have no memories

Only thoughts

 

I worry of the future
I worry of the past
Troubles upon troubles

Forever are cast

 

Gone now are seconds and minutes
Hours and days

Years hold fears
Time holds tears

 

Tired and regretful
Panicked and fretful

Life is gone and left us in shadow
Yearning for now
Not for tomorrow

 

Turn around and around
A clocks hand and bell sound
Dizzy and loud
Time holds wickedly proud

 

Time is home to many a prison
Light once forced to comply
Since it has broken through,
Light is fugitive and eternally new

 

Light has gone to the end
Time has found no new friend

They will meet again
At a point where they are one

Looking from shadow to sun

All is one at the beginning
Centered they see
One in one will they be

Eternally

and

Endlessly Free

 

Happy New Year

Be The Light

~ Enreal