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 Mar 2019 Mark Tilford
Ciel Noir
One raindrop may become a sea  
The sea brings storms  the sea brings life
One seed may turn   into a tree        
It bears fruit, tears stone    like a knife              
        The wood may burn     the wood may build
  A campfire, a cross     bridges, fences
Knives cut, knives defend      knives ****                  
       And who can count      the consequences?
    Saplings may seem       pure and simple
                 Time gives trees      a thousand branches
                  Just a stone      until it's thrown
And time turns stones to     avalanches              
Shall I hasten                  to obey
Some lying leader who    alleges                  
            Their way is    the only way
     When we know all swords have two edges
 Mar 2019 Mark Tilford
Ciel Noir
When I was young my belief was strong
But one day I thought I had been told wrong
And I decided I had been deceived
That was the day I no longer believed

And for a while I tried to look
I found lots of gods in holy books
It seemed these gods were all the same
One light
Many shadows
Many names

And though I studied, though I tried
I found that I could not decide
I thought these books must all be wrong
So I did not believe in God

But I kept looking year by year
I even prayed
God, are you here?
If you give me a sign I'll see
Tell me your name
And I'll believe

Until one day I had a thought
What if it's not that kind of god?
What if it rules but not by fear?
What if it moves but does not hear?

I don't believe God thinks like us
But something has created us
Unbreakable, we call it law
So powerful: can this be God?

It does not know the ones it rules
It is not merciful or cruel
It is not good, nor is it bad
It does not smile, does not get mad

It made the Moon, it made the stars
It made us just the way we are
It made the tree, it made the dove
It is below, it is above

And though perhaps mistakes were made
I don’t believe I was deceived
I find I have always obeyed
I find I have always believed

And I have questions all the same
How many gods, how many names?
Shadows enough to fill the night
Ten thousand shadows and
One Light
 Mar 2019 Mark Tilford
Ciel Noir
I walked out in the sunshine yesterday
On my way I passed by a cherry tree
Delicate flowers had begun to bloom
I felt such joy I laughed aloud with glee

Somewhere the winter is still long and cold
Somewhere there are no flowers on the trees
But I am in a place where it is warm
And at long last spring has begun for me
 Mar 2019 Mark Tilford
Ciel Noir
The forest is
          dark                  quiet          
    slow        calm       gentle    
                       cool                   still                          
           full of magic            
the
trees
are
whispering
listening as I read
 Mar 2019 Mark Tilford
Ciel Noir
I am the dragon
I am the bear
I am the hunter
I am the hare

I am the phoenix
I am the Pharaoh
I am the compass
I am the arrow

I am the mountain
I am the scorpion
I am the river
I am Leviathan

I am the Sun
I am the night
I am illusion
I am the sky
 Mar 2019 Mark Tilford
Ciel Noir
Little flock of birds
Silhouettes across the Moon
A handful of sand
 Mar 2019 Mark Tilford
Ciel Noir
On the outside
I am the same
But deep inside
My soul is
c              
h          
a    
n
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             g
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   p
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 Mar 2019 Mark Tilford
Ciel Noir
Gold shines the dragon
It is made of fire
And where it burns
The velvet veil of night
These are the stars

Gold shines the dragon
Deep within the sky
And in the bright ocean of day
We see
The dragon's golden eye
 Mar 2019 Mark Tilford
Ciel Noir
My soul
Is bright
Like a kaleidoscope
Shine a light inside
And find
A labyrinth
Of rainbows

My soul is dark
Like the midnight sky
Look deep inside
The darkness
Is shining
It is full of
Light
 Mar 2019 Mark Tilford
Ciel Noir
A wall once wove all through the town
Fraught fractured freedom fenced and furled
And on the day the wall came down
It was a good day for the world

There is a little row of stones
And in some places that is all
That stands between the sundered lands
Knit back together in the fall

And you can walk across the border
Without knowing that you've crossed it
Where the guns and guards kept order
Checkpoint Charlie, Friedrichstraße

Only thirty years have passed
But it's not the same place at all
Tyranny is not built to last
We all know what happens to walls
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