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Archive for March 31st, 2007

Morpheus sheltered her beneath his wings
Afforded her bitter-sweet slumber
Throughout the obscurity of the night
Throughout the hours of dwindling light
From dawn to dusk; from dusk to dawn
Unaware of time, dimension, space
Feverishly in pursuit; hopelessly chased
Who is here beside her?
Vaguely familiar she heeds their voice
Strangers whispering in foreign tongues
She heard, grasping their every word
Stirred her past, her souls of yesteryear
Gliding in a jewelled vessel on rippled waters
Weaving exotic tales to please, a princess
Her gift, her joyous laughter floating on the breeze
As then her soul is brought to her knees, in bondage
A slave of ancient times, suffering with honour, with pride
Head held high, she draws her close, dry parched lips
Murmur in her ear, “Soon, soon my dear, we shall all be free.”
Fires burning in the valley, camps of travellers
Swirling twirling brightly sway in revelry
Flames curl, garlands unfurl, spirits whirl
Festive celebration; no persuasion
Her gypsy soul drives her on
Forced forwards, a fearful age of violence, terror
Pogroms, persecution, hatred, red splattered virgin snow
One more tortured departed soul from not so long ago
Whose tender touch lovingly lingers upon her fingers
Stillness, serenity spreads over her that instant
Coolly ebbs her febrile fevered brow
Eternally by her side, her archangel, her guide
She awakens quite alone; her heart believes it wasn’t so
Gazing heavenward beyond a spectral spiritual sky
Her rested eyes sense soaring wisps of cloud
Wave to her their silent, still, ghostly goodbye

copyright 2007 ann raven

the loves of my life

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from long ago

in case I forget what day of the week it is

March 2007