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  May 2021 Eimra
AE
You are the abundance of stars only visible to the dreamer in the wake of night

The sun and its companions as they glow to shine a light on the surface of your skin

You are the mischief that forms the toothy grin on the face of a child’s curiosity

The everlasting glow on their faces as they question the world around them

And I am lost in translation, confused, amused and somewhat enchanted

To you I am the clouds that hide away your blue skies

But to me I am the ones that shield you from the glare of a jealous sun

And to each other we are foreign, bordered and misunderstood

Lost in translation I’m waiting for you to understand ,
That to you; you’re nothing, but to me; you’re my dreamland
Eimra Apr 2021
Teardrops splatter onto the blank parchment
Shaping themselves into
swirling  lines of emotions.

Words give meaning to the lump in my throat
And my chest feels lighter
As if It had burst open spilling dark ichor,
Purifying my soul.

This sheet carries the weight of all my anger, guilt and hurt.
After I have drained myself of thought
I am a flower blooming ,
breaking free  from the dirt.

Once again when the worldly storms
Make me shrivel and pass,
Language and ink will forever be my Philtatos. (Fil-te -tos) (beloved)

— The End —