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 Mar 2013 Gossamer
Jessica Fowler
I will go back to that silent evening;
the night a silver haze.
Thick with the smell of rapeseed
and there we stood together.

I will go back to that silent hill,
the valley rolling out below us.
The moon casts about these
shadows; violet upon the track.

I will go back to that silent place
deep inside my chest.
On mid-summers eve we watched
almost all the night pass by.

I will go back to that silent room;
we both know what came next.
All the blossom on the ground,
and grass stains on our clothes.

I will go back to that silent evening
and not know the people there.
These strangers in my memory
embraced mid-summers night.
 Mar 2013 Gossamer
Hilda
Dusk

The flowers unfurl their petals
Towards the dark Night sky
The roses smile up at the Moon
Which shines happily upon the sleeping world

The breezes blow the muslin curtains
Which hang at my open bedroom window
And the shadows of the Moon
Flicker across my room, the floor, and me

The sounds of Night come softly
Through my window and hush me
To sleep like a lullaby of music
Which sends me into a world of dreams

And such is the enchanting Night
With it's glorious Moon
Which watches over all
While they sleep at Night


Dawn

Sun rays come dancing through my room
And greet me with brightness and joy
And the smell of flowers
Come blowing through my bedroom on the breeze

The sky is a painting of beauty
And of colour
Pastel clouds of pink float through the
Blue watercolour sky

And the song of birds wake the
Sleepy world with an anthem of praise
And of life and sunshine
Such beauty is beyond my words

Silhouettes of pine trees and furrs
With the back ground of God's sunrise
Make such a lovely picture of too much beauty. . .
That would take such a long time to describe
With pen, ink and paper while relaxing in the caressing breeze


~Hilda~
 Mar 2013 Gossamer
kenye
Summoning a Spring time synchronicity
The Goddess Archetype
Submitting at nature's feet
Resonating the ground
Shaking the Earth for the divine crown
To grace me with her presence
She'll embrace my transgressions
Wrapped around and tethered out
from my sacral region

My Princess almost got you beat
But she was always in another castle
Leaving notes
warning me of the ghosts
that'll chase me down when I'm distracted
It was always about the journey
so she left me with the gift of permanent flight
My imagination took it and ran with it
To the ascensions

The haunting happenstance
of the girl of my dreams
Teetering on the edge of sleep
We met halfway at fatigue
Waking up on the shores of her subconscious
Or was it mine?
Here's to shared consciousness

Pouring my heart out
into an empty glass house
Half-filled after I built it for her
The rest of the emptiness subsides
She found safety here
So she locked her totem away
Replacing her sanity
with a vacancy sign

A simple idea planted
but never manifested
Until it tore her soul out
It was her on the ledge of some building
begging me to jump with her
Shared freefall
Like we're still dreaming to wake up
and let reality's lie wash over us
She's slipping

She's caught up in mystery
There was always something about her
The way of the cliche and how it magnetizes
Pulling my insides out
Projecting my other half.
 Mar 2013 Gossamer
Ann Beaver
Balance.
Heel-toe-heel-toe,
**** it
in,
chin up,
shoulders back.
These relentless echoes
resound through caves.
Waves:
certain frequencies.
Sine.
Cosine.
Tangents
I go on to avoid
your melting gaze,
your sand figurine
sifting swiftly through my palms.
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