The sky wept with her
And with the cracking lightning
Her heart broke in two.
Scarlet confessions,
Tidal truths crashing down on
His reality.
His messages are boldly written
With blunt honesty, raw, but true
He protests against the damage done
Tales of the wronged, the violated, me, you
Calling out to the abandoned and alone
Uniting the invisible and too often unheard
He joins their inner war, draws his microphone
And voices their struggle, screaming it word for word
He withstands ignorance and falling often on deaf ears
His sound branded violent, aggressive, satanic, lewd
Standing strong, he repeats their message, sees them rise against the leers
A misjudged warrior for the chaotic liberation of the subdued.
She thought of these moments as solemn secrets kept by the raging storm, its howling winds perfectly disguising the cocoon she was hidden safely within.
The warm peace in the room heavily contrasted by the landscape at war with itself just outside the window. Two worlds existing in the same moment. The one out there, the one in here.
“So much like life…” she mused to herself, getting up to refill her cup, “only that usually works the other way around.”
She gave a rhythmic twirl to the sound of her favourite song, causing a disruption of music and candlelight around her, the tiny spaces between filling with her laughter.
This was the safest she felt to be herself, alone with her own thoughts which all seemed to drift into comforting perspective now. Her mind was never quite this clear, her spirit never quite this at ease.
Streaks of golden life
Whispering down through the leaves
Kissing her soft skin
He filled my doorway
Throwing back the sheets, I grinned
And let the storm in
A hand steers the clouds across the sky
Like shapeless cars on invisible tracks
Not one of them notice as they giggle on by
Flicking their silk locks across their tanned backs
They ignore the tiny painted warrior fleet
Hidden on the backs of pesky birds at their feet
I have to look down to hide my secret smile
As I marvel at this unseen magic’s addictive charm
And allow the mermaids in my teacup to bewitch me for a while
Watching the breeze rustle the illustrated leaves on my arm
The fairies spy from their cloaks of flapping butterfly wings
On these curiously unaware high heeled glossy creatures
Who sacrificed seeing the magic in seemingly ordinary things
To parade false beauty on their empty porcelain features.
Over tides of velvetine poetry, I sail
Towards a horizon dancing rhythmically in the night.
Above me, the scintillating keepers of my trail
Lend the guidance and clarity of their light.
My burdens far behind, I’m freed, I vow to look only forward,
And seize adventure wherever I may
I surrender all control,
For the liberation of this soul,
The pursuit of starlight carries me away.
Being
In love with you
Is the most beautiful music
That has ever
Filled my soul
TheRuthieRose 