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Portia Member
since 2000-05-18
Posts 157 |
Slowly, sweetly creeping ebbing for a moment my breath is stayed then resumes is it love, my Love? is it passion, my Passion? what is this light enfolding me? Growing, softly waxing like the moon after dark the sliver of silver grows to a full, rich, resounding light shining through the black Oh my heart, I embrace even the deepest recesses of night if only your brilliance will shine through me I would walk through Hell and back again to be in your white light but once... I sigh, I wish, I long the glow that surrounds you mingles with mine your shine gleams, beams reflected in my joyful tears my own light is given back to me in your eyes, the gift of fire, oh, generous.... the grandest gift of all, eternally. |
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gothicmoth Member
since 2000-06-05
Posts 89 |
This poem brought to mind the idea that the speaker has an ancient knowledge. There seems to be a transformation that has occured in the last stanza. Both the speaker and the other person in the poem now seem to be ethereal beings. Even with the line "like the moon after dark", the entire poem made me think of the moon. It really touched my heart. |
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Isis Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-06
Posts 6296Sunny Queensland |
Welcome Portia!! This is certainly a poem that appeals to me, a bit of the mystical, inner enlightenment etc. Great and powerful stuff  I'll tell you this...... No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn..... ~Isis~ (Goddess - Sovereign of the Spirit) |
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