Shadow Truths

 

The surface hides what is really true

With a veil of smoke too thick to see through

Some think they see the truth hidden deep

But the shadows do only cover and keep

 

Your secrets, your treasures, your thoughts so dear

All the goodness you have gathered so very near

That which makes you the whole you now are

And allows you to safely keep your soul ajar

 

To share only what is needed to live a life

But not cause your spirit any lasting strife

For the best part of you is not the wrapper the world sees

But that within you that only true love frees

 A touch so gentle and tender

With a sigh your heart must surrender

And the delicate threads of your lonely soul

Are gathered to knit your spirit whole.

 

This love, this passion, only now found

Once wrapped so tightly, now unbound

To freely flow to the universe and you

And then to the heavens it but flew.

 

The gossamer threads gathered by true love’s hands

Are entwined into the strongest strands

And so none shall be able to tear apart

What now I keep safe within my heart.

 

 

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Nature dances in her winter dress

To a melody only she can hear

And with an icy touch she does express

What to her, she holds so dear.

 

She touches the stars one by one

And makes them glitter in the ebony sky

But even still she is not yet done

There is so much more for her to try.

 

The softest covering from her shoulder slips

As she spreads her ermine wrap

And icicles fall gently from her lips

As the world settles in for a frozen nap.

 

Back and forth she does slowly sway

In her cloak of shimmering white

She only wishes to remain and play

Until the first kiss of spring’s warm light.

 

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A sigh, so delicate and tender

That causes my soul to surrender

A moan, so primal, so intense

I swoon as it overcomes all sense.

 

A caress now softly gliding

Over my feverish skin always sliding

The passion builds and begs for release

But the exquisite torture will not cease.

 

Twisting, turning, bodies thrashing

Emotions soaring upwards, never crashing

Heated embraces cause the beginning of the end

And, after it all, our hearts do blend.

 

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I stand alone on a blanket of bleached white

My skin on fire from frozen angel tears

My eyes blinking against citreous light

As the lure of true and righteous warmth nears.

 

Time has passed unnoticed in this cold void

The icy hurricane shredding all hope and joy

The desire for love, for salvation, was destroyed

And the lilting song of peace but a decoy.

 

My soul was stained by a traitorous trick

And now my heart continues to slowly bleed

As the essence of me swirls amongst the truly malefic

And all the demons come screeching here to feed.

 

That light, that promise for which my spirit yearns

Is in fact no more than a glittery villainous snare

From which only continuous pain and sadness burns

Wrought forth by the blinding darkness of unseen Daymare.

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A sudden pain, the dagger thrust
a blow from behind, to kill all trust

So deep the wound, as to not recover
was this the intent of my faithless lover?

Did he beguile me with the sweetest words
just to crush my spirit with the blackest of birds?

Did he promise me all of heaven’s delights
so he could kill my soul and perform last rites?

How could it be that something so pure
was in reality nothing more than a shiny lure,

To make me feel safe to give up my trusting heart
and then he’d be free to practice his dark art,

As sure and powerful as a sorcerer’s spell
his words spun a tale to make me dwell,

Within the golden glow of his kindness true
and so, my righteous weariness I did subdue

Now I am but an empty chalice
torn and broken by a master of malice,

How can I now refill my tortured soul?
when there are only parts and not a whole.

 

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