Birthed into a foreign world
My face so unlike me
Caught within the vicious cycle
Pure insanity.
I recall a droplet
On the crystal spiderweb
Reminded by the angel
Balancing both heart and head.
Memories returning,
Fighting through the darkened shroud
Bursting into consciousness
Within the time allowed.
In a world apart,
I tread the forests and the streams
Here there is no midnight
And no space in which to dream.
Variety is endless!
In this perfected home
Yet I always wander
And walk my path alone.
Then I saw the beauty
Of the rulers of that sphere
One stretched forth her broken wing
And gently drew me near.
We danced among the fairies
We viewed the magic rites
We watched the horrors far below
Fueled by the serpent’s bite.
You taught me the dark secret
That had split the human mind
Because of you, I chose to be
A soul of another kind.
My, we were a pair!
And perhaps that was the plan
Training for our debut
In the final age of man.
One to journey from the stars
And one to feel the grief
One to play upon the harp
And one to feel relief.
One to dance before the Gods
And one to cry Their names
One to rise up from the earth
And one to heal from shame.
Both to master great illusion
And, at last, to fly!
Recalling who we were and are
And see beyond the lie.
Let us sparkle on this web
Of infinite creation
In the mind of One Who sits
In endless contemplation.
And, perhaps, we’ll reminisce
Or pen an ancient rhyme
Of all the joy and wonder
Of that place outside of time.
Poetry Copyright © 2020 by Ena Whiteraven All rights reserved.
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