XXVII

XXVII

Monday, November 18, 2013

Moon Rose

The mirror used to cast no reflection. 
No echo was ever heard. Void. 
Absolute emptiness. 
[And the pain that goes along.]

Until the moon rose...

Silver light of a golden heart, 
Bleeding just the same. 
Passionate and compassionate, 
With the same understanding of this hopeless masquerade 
They call life.

The change can be seen. 
Now there is a shadow in the mirror. 
The change can be heard. 
The moon beams carry whispers of spoken words, 
Through the distance... 
The change can be felt. 
The emptiness doesn't seem endless anymore. 
[But the pain still remains...]

And a sense of gratitude. 
And Love.

In the silent depths heard of sirens 
Wandering into the light of another soul's 
Embrace...
Bless this earth beyond screams of violence and uncertainty
For this child... little one
We all fear that unknown answer speaks 
Father.... 
Mother...
Of the soul in me. 
The hymns reverse to sound Satanic on the razors edge. 

 The moon beams carry whispers of spoken words, 
The echo beyond her voice flows to off balance the curse.
Bleeding just the same. 
Passionate and compassionate
The winds of heaven extinguished the daemon within. 

The water used to cast no reflection. 
No echo was ever heard. Void. 
Absolute emptiness. 
[And the pain that goes along.]

Until the moon rose 


Cycy Cir & Alec Wildey 

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