Her unconquerable spirit burns,
A blinding phoenix within her skin.
From the embers of dreams left broken,
Undaunted it rises, and rises again.
(To my friend, a raging flame who is as wild as she is strong)
She closed her eyes and surrendered at last to the sky as it gently wrapped midnight around her and delicately put her back among the stars.
Let’s dance beneath the night sky, love
As the stars dedicate us a tune
The universe is yours and mine, love
Let’s celebrate by the light of the moon
My future is mapped in your eyes, love
And I won’t be low when this night is through
For only when I greet the sunrise, love
Will I believe that this dream came true
(To Alexander and Sasha on their Wedding Day)
She floods his senses.
Waves of desire immerse him
As he drinks her in.
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
