Wind, The Embassador
November 5, 2010 by Molly
Filed under •-Headline, Poetry
This hot breeze
Tickling my back
With it’s wispy tresses
Invisible yet undeniably present
It is the embassader
For all things unseen
A messenger between worlds
That even skeptics can’t deny
Even in the most solitary moments
It will whisper to you
Softly in the afternoon
And howl among the trees
In the mid of night
Facilitating our meeting
With others from its world
Heightening our senses
For these blessed unions
The Angel
August 17, 2010 by Molly
Filed under •-Headline, Arts & Entertainment
When you were innocentI was there
Always protecting
As your silent guardian
When you were hopeless
I was there
Feeding you breath
One moment at a time
When you were in love
I was there
To help you fall
Right back to your home
When you were lonely
I was there
Walking beside you
In admiration with the rest
When you were full of joy
I was there
Holding the feeling
For you to know again and again
When you were in pain
I was there
Wrapping you in slumber
Until you were healed
Forever My Muse
August 3, 2010 by Molly
Filed under •-Feature, Arts & Entertainment, Poetry
The nectar you brew and provide
In rich, swelling abundance
Is the liquid of my muse.
It is alive and moves
In coordination
With the sensual beats
That hold me still
In the moment of
Intoxication.
Never have I
So tasted now.
Not wanting to be
Forward or back,
I could sink forever,
Sliding down these whispers,
Negotiating the rivers
That exist to take me away,
That take you away,
That move life along.
Your existence
Is my Bermuda Triangle,
A danger and mystery.
I should let you be
As you are.
I should.
My mind sounds the
Drum of Wisdom
From years of you,
Both actual and
Memory fragments.
The louder the
Drum,
The stronger my
Defiance,
The faster my cells
Buzz
With the vision of you.
The Luminous Ones
The Luminous Ones -
Seeds of divinity,
Tasters of
Loud,
Dense,
Life
Came to indulge
Their dimmer extremities
In a legendary moment
Made up of
Long, tumultuous years.
Born they were
As shallow variety,
Tricking their begetters,
Side-stepping
The mimic,
Disputing the
Mold of practice
Until they were noticed –
Until they felt
A crack that bled
Light
Upon their
Morphing mortality.
They were shown
One memory –
A memory of One
And delight burst
From bubbles that popped
On each link
Of the connecting web,
Merging thoughts
And filling voids.
The Luminous Ones
Rejoiced,
Though martyrs
Still slept.
They encouraged the music
And shared the light,
Waiting
For the moment
To ascend
As One.
