The Balloon that entwined my Heart into blue Strands and Galaxies...

 

Lost Angel of a ruined Paradise!

She knew not twas her own; as with no stain

         

She faded, like a cloud which had outwept its rain.

 

(Perey Bysshe Shelley)

 

Amber doors,

we greet you...

a sliding sun,

sew on your wings gently...

and run and run,

press against the breeze...

and listen to its' murmur,

brush your fingers against the touch of sun...

stir every ember,

a note plays softly...

between two sheets,

and a white horse gallops alone...

up an empty street,

a chapel glows from deep within...

a knowledge to be had,

a golden figure dwells upon a hilltop...

singing ancient melodies to the wind,

dive into the cool lows...

beneath the waves and walls,

watch seahorses as they cling through the storm...

see their quiet strength and resolve,

 

 

see the mighty ships dive...

into starry nights,

grip the ropes with all your might...

as the wind howls,

feel the blood alive in you...

an electric fury and rush,

as the lightning fractures paths in the skyy...

and the greatest born are hushed,

listen to the clouds swirling...

sculpted by the air,

listen to the eagles crying...

down far below you for despair,

Dingoes bay on the desert floor...

while the red is leached out of the expanse with the drawing of moon,

Flames are coaxed beneath the stars...

while sugar pops and melts beneath the fiery hell,

Dares and games of leaping over flames...

to music of strings and uneven things,

we fall under blankets and curl between chairs...

listen to the creaking of mystery stairs,

 

Feel the breeze caress you now...





from between the windowsill and cracks in the house,

a labyrinth of rooms comes to you...

in the wee hours,

See the twines of string and temptations laid to lead...

your feet down strange ways,

Into strange deeds...

we fall,

Listen to the gramaphone sound...

echoing round and round,

Watch for the feline creatures...

that lurk with golden eyes and dark hearts and heads,

As you swim and seek your way back out...

of dream and slumberland,

Soak your skin beneath an open window...

feel the first-light rays piercing paths through the room,

Meditate and break your fast...

on this the day you must,

learn to live again...

and become,

what we were meant to be.

 

 

 

And the fishermen came back across the water

And the peopstarted running in the park

And the city stopped as I held you in my arms
We could hear the sounds of sirens all around us

And the scent of burning oil was in the air

And the music played and it felt so good to hear
This is the life we've been given

So open your mind and start livin'

We can play our part if we only start believing

Yeah
There's a stranger on the hill and he is speaking

As the tears from every cloud begins to fall

For one moment then we understood it all
Everyone, everyone, can you hear the soldiers coming?

And everyone, everyone, every man and every woman

We all fall in the end, we're just miracles of matter

So come on let me love you
This is the life we've been given

So open your mind and start livin'

We can play our part if we only start believing, oh
Yeah, this is the life we've been given

So open your heart and start lovin'

We can make a start if we only learn to listen, yeah
Then the crowd began to head for the horizon

A million people walking back to work

But you and me, we just laid down in the garden

Yeah, you and me, we just laid down in the garden

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

     The days are becoming shorter and colder, and I can feel the parts of me that still exist growing colder and darker with them, but what better way to be? It is beautiful to feel the cold all the time, to be so alive and there and there when you feel strength from the complete powerful mystery of the dark that plagues you. Yet still...there is light. And I can't be sure anymore whether I regret it or am grateful.

     For one light though I am, though whether it is really light or actually dark is a mystery even to me.

 

 

    Hope you are all well and dreaming...

    Miss CLScarlett xx