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A touch of sadness
               ten years gone
Like a midnight's voice
            of a far away song

Caught me unaware
              when I thought
I no longer cared

A sudden spark
              that flew
                    into eternity

A dance done then
             now done
                    in effigy

A poetic terse
              taughtly strung
                    deligently

At first dawn
           fades away
  May 2016 VS aka Jason Cole
Aeerdna
You feel that you're falling, but
that's just your body rising to the skies.
See the sun shining upon the green fields
let the rain tickle you and
smile with your soul.

I know it hurts,
it does, of course,
after all
there's a war in your soul,
but, I tell you,
it's only your demons falling
the good in yourself is the one with the glory.

It's confusing, your legs are still weak
but slowly you'll forget about crawling
and start walking instead.

It takes time, you know
after living in the dark
it's hard to get used to the light
but you'll see
your eyes will stop hurting
and with the moon they'll shine
in the highest skies.

I know it's scary
and you only want to hide
you feel you're fading
but trust me when I tell you:
*You are not dying,
you're coming back to life.
wrote this to myself in one of my good moments
The water rushes over me
heart beatin' like a river

Water, water
Rush, rush

And I'm all out of shame
and I've emptied my veins

Father, Father
Hush, hush

Following immersion
spiritual incursion
restoration of sight brought to mind

Water, water
Rush, rush

Wisdom, understanding
knowledge notwithstanding
my very thoughts had gone blind

Father, Father
Hush, hush

Expels the enemy- dastardly dealer
ensconced, encamped

Water, water
Rush, rush

Comes the Helper- unfathomable healer
reborn, revamped

Father, Father
Hush, hush
Remember the Book - the age-old Book
that said strong drink was raging?
Well of that strong drink I took
and I know I must be aging

Aging prematurely-
my thoughts have gone asunder
Torrid dreams and primal screams-
who wrote that Book, I wonder?
  May 2016 VS aka Jason Cole
S S
Cumulonimbus
Growls above menacingly
Snarls at the terrene

Impaled by lightning
Howls in anguish, pierced and split
Bleeds thick drops of rain
Poor cumulonimbus...so transiently ominous.
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