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abby Jun 2018
the chase is the start of Cora's dream
in which she is a woman, Persephone
Persephone does not run nor hide
as she is seized by the dragon below the tide

she disguises her sorrow with beauty and grace
as she soars to live in the Other Place
the dragon is a man of whom craves her love
but she flies away, a mystical dove

the man wants Persephone by his side
but he is alone when spring arrives
no one at all can hold her back
she holds your life close in her eyes of black

as the flowers bloom in Cora's dream, all see the wings of Persephone
Persephone does not call or cry
she ends her captivity above the sky
Cora, Persephone, artful and strong
she has owned her life all along

Cora's dream
she is queen  
the myth became her memory

mysteries revealed, secrets uncovered
ruler of seasons, angel like no other
Majestic One, she has no home
in Cora's dream, she was born to roam
she creates the storms and dries up the rain
she is a woman you cannot obtain

Cora's dream
she is queen
the myth became her memory
inspired by the mythology of the goddess Persephone, this poem is a story of a woman discovering her divinity and independence
abby Jun 2018

you can only dance for so long
I have been begging to hear you sing
on this night of blue
you are a part of everything

can you see what I see?
everything is a part of me
you are tinted blue like the night
There is so much that I need to explain
but it is only in my sight

a still blue night is what we have been needing
being here together is a feeling so freeing

the stars make you cry
the darkness makes me think
everything around us is a hazy shade of pink
but the night is blue
just like you

golden moons, doves, and crescent tambourines
the symbols in our hearts and the pictures on our screens

forget about your pain
forget about your sorrow
forget about your past
forget about tomorrow

never ending dreams
not all is as it seems
never ending dreams
not all is as it seems

spiritual experience with friend
abby Jun 2018
we have been up all night, dreading the day
but this candlelit morning will go our way
breathing is easy, our voices low
covered in blankets, through the storm we go

slowly falling into sleep, I pray the rain my soul to keep
as the sun rises, we drown deep
our dreams will echo
our hearts will leap

the brightest colors softly fade as we melt into the day
pastel walls and tapestries
open window
misty breeze

a calm, cool candlelit morning as the sky is storming
the innocence of two friends after a night of spiritual awakening
abby Jun 2018

ʟɨɛ աɨȶɦ ʍɛ օռ ǟ ʄʟօաɛʀ ֆɦօʀɛ
աǟʟӄ աɨȶɦ ʍɛ ȶɦʀօʊɢɦ ȶɦɛ ֆɛƈʀɛȶ ɖօօʀ
ƈɦǟʍքǟɢռɛ ʀօֆɛֆ, օʀƈɦɨɖֆ ȶօօ
ȶɦɨֆ ֆɦɨռɨռɢ ɖǟʀӄռɛֆֆ, ɨ ֆɛɛ ɨռ ʏօʊ
ȶɦɨֆ ɨֆ ȶɦɛ քʟǟƈɛ ȶօ ɮɛ
օռ ȶɦɛ ʄʟօաɛʀ ֆɦօʀɛ աɨȶɦ ʍɛ

abby Jun 2018
σn thє вαthrσσm flσσr, nσt αn ímαgє wαs ín síght
вut α glσw thrσugh thє wíndσw σn thαt wαníng crчstαl níght

thє sílєncє fíllєd thєm up líkє α pαír σf lєαd вαllσσns
αlσnє вut tσgєthєr ín thαt mσσn σf α rσσm

thє chímєs σf tσmσrrσw єchσєd thrσugh thє wαlls
thє mєssαgєs wєrє clєαr, thєrє wαs nσ σnє єlsє tσ cαll

íntσ thє wαvє σf tєαrs, tσ thє tílє flσσr, thєч fєll
thє críєs σf thє nєw dαwn rαng σut líkє α míssíσn вєll

thє twσ fríєnds wєrє nσt rєαdч, чєt thєч fαcєd thє rísíng tídє
вuríєd ín єαch σthєr, thєrє wαs nσwhєrє єlsє tσ hídє

thєч lєt gσ σf thєír prídє ín thαt mчstєríσus plαcє
thєч rєvєlєd ín thє frєєdσm σf thєír vєrч fírst єmвrαcє

α rєflєctíσn σf thє pαst αnd thєír futurє dєstínч
вlíndєd вч thєír tєαrs, thє nєw pαth thєч cσuld nσt sєє

вut αll sєαsσns σf lífє вєcσmє clσudєd вч thє rαín
wαtєr mαkєs thє flσwєrs grσw, rínsєs αwαч thє єαrth's pαín

thє cσursє lєd thєm tσ σnє αnσthєr
thєч clσsєlч hєld σn tσ єαch σthєr

thєч díd nσt вєlíєvє thєч wєrє wσrthч σf lσvє
but thєч wєrє unítєd вч thє dσvє

thєч єαch knєw thαt thє σthєr wαs spєcíαl
thєч sαílєd αwαч σn thєír єthєrєαl vєssєl

thєч wαlk tσgєthєr hαnd ín hαnd
ín thєír nєw kíngdσm, thєч wíll stαnd

ín thє вluє єtєrnítч
thєч wíll cσnquєr αll σf thєír вєαsts

ít wαs α sσmвєr єnd tσ thє níght
вut thє dσvє hαd just вєgun tσ tαkє flíght

fσr thєm, ít ís nσt gσσdвчє
thєч wíll hαvє єαch σthєr untíl thєч díє

αs σutєr spαcє єхpαnds, thєч wíll kєєp σn drєαmíng
thєír tríp tσ thє mσσn wíll nєvєr lσsє íts mєαníng
an emotional, spiritual moment between two friends as they recognize their deepest feelings
abby Jun 2018
The Path of the Everlasting leads to nowhere
not here, nor there, but everywhere

between the willows lies a world within a weathered blade
like breeze upon the grass and the morning's milky fade

the light may fade within, but when you leap from down below
the treasures of the teathered beams will shape you as you go

climbing through this wilderness, searching for a test
when this moment truly represents a summer daydream rest
born from a spiritual experience, sitting in the grass at the break of dawn, The Path of the Everlasting references setting an intention before embarking on a journey, only to realize that the intention was to have no intention at all
abby Jun 2018
you ignite the earth below you with iridescent light
your speckles of transluscent gold are strewn about me like straw

you are so bright that I cannot gaze upon you, for I am blinded by wonder
your energy inspires my existence, yet I go my way, concealed from the eye

you orbit systematically, ruling the atmosphere
I dance chaotically, a rhythmic interpretation of you

you cannot see me sway in worship, but you can feel my deep affection
this is the way I wish for love to be

you are the morning star
I am the northern wind

without you, I am nothing

— The End —