I am not who I say I am
I am someone who
I have forgotten myself
names not me
my face is not me
my eyes not mine
my soul calls me down within
it rejects my reflection
I and the soul in division
who am I?

These are not merely words
Spun across a page
In unequal syllables
Phonics enraged
Chaotic break downs
Inconclusive
At their peak...
Oh no, no no
These are my words
Eccentrically unique
....................................

Hush...
Be still...
Try to remain silent.

Listen very closely...
Her pleading may be heard
As it is carried through the wind.
Her emotional appeal
Sounds desperate -
It is unbearable to an epath.
Her pleads are ever so faint
And gentle, they are far from violent.

Hush...
Be still...
It is her soul's agony
Which is vibrating
A disturbing frequency,
At such a rate that it constitutes
A wave.

Cries, which nature, alone,
Can hear and feel...
Cries, which shake the leaves free
From the branches of all the
Majestic trees; neither her soul
Nor the trees, can you save.

Hush...
Be still...
Can you feel the faint tremble  
Under your barefeet?

Hush...
Be still...
Rest your cheek upon the earth,
Feel her spirit, which is trapped
Deep down inside.
Inhale her essence- it is buried below,
In the fragrant moist soil...
Taste the droplets, she is in the dew;
Even in pain she is a soul
So gently sweet...
~ She is tinged with sadness--
Bittersweet.

By Lady R.F (C)2017* ⚘

I see the folds and faults in the snow
Mountains and valleys of space-time
Impressions of
Objects and people
Whose presence was never witnessed
But was definitely there
As evident by the
Disturbance in the Stardust
The footsteps upon the
Seeds of sand ashore
The Ocean of Existence

And
Since you've been gone
That’s how I see you now
Phantom shapes
Ghost of
What once were
That’s now only visible
Through the troughs
And
Imprints
Left by your
Past and bygone
Intangible soul
Upon the present tangible lives

I see you through
Inference
Through faith
Of
Forever inconclusive
Affections

Through the love
Of
Something
That could have been there
Though
I could never be sure.

For I love not the falling star
But the gaping pit of despair it has left me

For I love even the
Absence of you

.
She sits upon the cold grey stone,
waiting for he whom she craves,
counting down the longest moments,
perched beside the Ancient Grave.

Soon he will be wooing her,
making her heart swell like a wave,
taking her safely into his arms,
standing beside the Ancient Grave.

So entwined shall the lovers be,
to each a love they willingly gave,
naked and intimate in complete ecstasy,
laying beside the Ancient Grave.

And when its time to part again,
it would surely sadden the brave,
she watches until he disappears,
and settles into her Ancient Grave.


© Pagan Paul (20/12/17)

He walked the beach
this man of old,
his treasures never
were made of gold.

The love of his life
was long since dead,
remembering her
he bowed his head.

He missed his love
oh, so very much,
longing for her
sweet tender touch.

Yet filled with happiness
for he knew that he,
would hold her again
in eternity.
~