Maiden Dreams 9/15/18

Day #1
Peering into the black abyss that is night
Stomach acid
Running rapid
As she strives
To find her eyes again.

Nothing
                   Is
Tarnished

Ripening,
Like the ready fruit
She hand picks her destiny
Devouring her fate
Each bite served
To honor all the old ways
Transferred
Shed
Unlearned
Renewed

There lies no promise achieved
If she cannot keep up with her own self

Only hope
Though seemingly empty
Still
Brought much closer
This beloved unknown
A path
Never meant to be seen
If she had chosen fear as her suitor
If she had chosen agony
None of her dreams
Would have seen the light
Day #2
She listens to the cooling wind.
Another breeze,
Familiar and sweet
Like the first time
All so subtle
Immense by each case.
She learns,
To hold fast,
To steady hold
If the current future
Was not meant for her
She still grows
Nothing to undue
Since it was always meant to come undone
Only in regards,
To make way,
For another way
To pass serenely through
Anguish seems to be at the root
of every rage erupted these days

But no longer can it blunt the spear.

No longer may she allow it to disturb the air inside her.
She is water.
Capable of drowning out her own self-made terrors
So that she may return again.

Return and flourish dear maiden!

Hope Soul

Super sweet.
Intensely unique.
She will no longer,
Look away.

Can it be so?
There is room to love further.
Another way of knowing awaits to be found.

She did not mind the sound,
Of what needed to be said
She finds herself not minding at all,

For the reasons equate to yet another,
Reinvention of intellect.
Shining adamantly.
A present dance.

These days,
She waits no more.

Onto and forth with this love.
Magnificent
All at once.