it was an ancient dream
borne in dark primal screams
of bones wrapped tight
in purest white
a thousand moons ago
last night
and the elders sat
in long black braids
neatly wrapped in wisdom’s ways
borne in dark primal screams
of bones wrapped tight
in purest white
a thousand moons ago
last night
and the elders sat
in long black braids
neatly wrapped in wisdom’s ways
silent tongues speak
teaching me
the messenger comes
teaching me
the messenger comes
walls of snow
times four
then he walked tall
through the door
white on white on red
he was the one
the wise ones said
who came to me
to set me free
to take me home
no more my soul
to roam
and in his sight
i saw the light
it was an ancient dream
borne in dark primal screams
as spirits took flight
in cosmic rite
a thousand moons ago
last night
.
times four
then he walked tall
through the door
white on white on red
he was the one
the wise ones said
who came to me
to set me free
to take me home
no more my soul
to roam
and in his sight
i saw the light
it was an ancient dream
borne in dark primal screams
as spirits took flight
in cosmic rite
a thousand moons ago
last night
.
.
.
12 comments:
'neatly wrapped in wisdoms ways'
some great phrase there Jenean.
I like the way the ending and beginning roll into one.
Both touching and disquieting. Poor girl. Some are lucky, but others…
Who said that the elders never made mistakes ?
A disquieting love poem with a happy ending.
Past life? That's how it resonates. Beautiful, Gypsy. Happy Halloween!
thanks so much, pat - you know, sometimes the words just write themselves - actually, that's how it is most of the time - including this time!
most - if not all - things do circle round, don't they...thanks so much for dropping by, alex! so great to see you!
it's always wonderful hearing from you, roger - your thoughtful comments brighten my day! thank you -
yes, it seems so, as in "the bleeding" below, trish - some of my DNA channeling down, i think! :)
happy happy november!
it speaks to me of the end of life, when it comes to take us home. I might be totally off, but that's what I got out of it.
Jenean, I had to seek you out and what a lovely blog I find ... full of life ... and this love poem casts a strong spell. Charming.
Be well and poem on ...
Jamie Dedes
i can understand how it might speak to one in those terms, observer - however, i think [for me, anyway] that it was more a thing of my finding my way back to my roots - finding my way home - feeling a part of the whole as i did in such a magical way at the time i had the dream and then saw in person the man who had visited me in my dream [which was in 1995] - thanks so very much for coming by and reading me! xx
oh, how wonderful to have you find me, jamie! thank you so very much for your visit and especially for such kind words - i hope you'll come again soon - i don't post here as often as i used to but it's still important to me to keep on bloggin'! xxx
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