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Maressa Fonger Aug 2017
Deeper now, I slither to slumber
Beneath warm, cracked ribs,
Home of gold and blood.
Afraid of what is hidden,
I escape into a daydream
Of what I think is real,
which at one time was.
My body still remembers the pain
Betrayal. Lies.
Holding on to ripped garments
Salty, bruised, sunken,
My body grieves and loosens
To make room for new life.
I long for solace in a green place
Ripe with silence where earth can
Snuggle close and whisper secrets.
I rise and feel heavy, alone, still.
Growing to harvest in the dead of winter,
I crumble at the thought and reassure myself
I’ll still be loved.
Maressa Fonger Nov 2016
I sing harmonies with passing leaves
and walk through woods to remember
the plush landscape of the eternal mother is
True reality under branches, floating on water,
rustling ferns
Home is a magnet to my soul that weaves me to and fro
I dip toes under waves ready to pull me under
with a heart light from freedom
anything feels possible
as I recognize each desire is a compass
pointing the way to Destiny.
Maressa Fonger Sep 2016
Strange tides
as shifting sands clutch my ankles
     I am home again
     in a sea of change.
The world shakes, expands
and rolls on invisible tracks through space
as I am pulled
     Apart and breathless
Under full moons hidden in shadow.
What remains, left unsheltered
is the smallest nugget,
     polished gold.
I burn fast and melt
into nooks and crannies
    of belonging
while all around whispers
of leaves fall in sweet longing
onto moss and soil, countless
ancestors' songs
     of mourning,
I am wilted and tall
I fold and reach skyward
I am endless and small
a chaotic mass
of synchronized heartbeats,
     a shell of swollen light
ensconced by sheets of skin
I no longer fathom
outside looking in
I watch idly
as creation flows
against a backdrop
of antique lamps,
worn tapestries
alone in time
     surrounded
     by infinite
     potential
A touch, a glance,
I leap into the dance
and I'm carried on a swell
     of change
In dreams, I believe.
Maressa Fonger Sep 2016
It's quiet here as the sun goes down
and nighttime paints the sky

I'm just like all these creeping vines
that climb their way towards the light

I don't know which way to turn
to follow my heart

I'll try and share my soul with you
but I'll always have something hidden inside

Whether or not
      The days grow shorter
             Take me inside
                     Show me what matters now
that we're free

This life ain't for the faint of heart
jumping off that cliff

I know somehow I'll catch myself
taken by the wind

I walk between two worlds
dreaming' up what's real

Planted firmly in the soil
so I can finally Be

Whether or not
       The days grow shorter
            Take me inside
                 Show me what matters now
that we're free

Guarded and sanctified
masterful and childlike

We can either watch the sunrise
or become part of the light

Symphonies of falling leaves
cover what we've known

Delight in intimate mystery
let's become all that we are.
Maressa Fonger Sep 2016
The Guardian dances,
A monolith of rattling bones
Between me and the gateway
To the Underworld.
I was lead to this threshold
By my own unsuspecting heart
Who yearns and nudges me
To face the dark expanses
Of radiant expression
And fill each nook,
Each cavern of hidden,
Forgotten paths
With song
As my limbs are wrung dry and loose
From too much dancing
Maressa Fonger Sep 2016
Find me as moon glides full
Crowning at the gateway of worlds
Eclipsed where creatures lurk.
I wade through dense thickets,
Unscathed and ethereal,
Self waxes and wanes
Until silted water
Runs clear.
Find me in a starlit riverbed,
Strewn on silent shores
Softened by darkness,
Aglow at first light where
Bright bodies camouflage
Constellations of thought and
Winking eyes.
Find me held, stocked on a shelf
In a catalogue of dreamscapes,
Snow globes, unknown worlds.
Find me in moments
Ripe with beauty,
A juicy morsel that feeds
Ancestors who linger and long for
Tastes of modern blood.
Find me traversing pages,
A neatly arranged
Expansion of a perennial
Universe within.
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