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Shevola Sep 2013
A dream wrapped in a silver cocoon
Sunbeams coax it out of its gloom
It trembles in the light of day
It spreads its wings and flies away
You pursue it with a feverish passion
Your heart, your soul full of wanting
There's nothing better and nothing worse
Nothing in your head but verse
About this dream, this little monster
That makes voices in your head grow stronger
That tells you life now isn't real
That to be you, you must feel
This dream fluttering in your hand
This dream will love you and understand
It will break dawn on endless infinite night
Open closed eyes, grant Earth light
You leap, you reach, it's in your palm
The world stops still. A wave of calm.
Your vision is blurred, it glitters
Cruel taunts dissolve to girlish titters
But the silver colour crumples to fade
And a cloud over the sky gives shade
And butterflies wings weren't made to touch
Still you hold on to what you loved so much
What was once a dream, a hope, a beauty
In your grasp dims to reality
Under your helpless eye
This butterfly in your hands must die.
Shevola Sep 2013
Emerged from the forest of before,
lying out here on nature's open floor.

Hushed silence descends on the crowd,
astronomic anticipation deafeningly loud.

And an audience of many a twinkling light,
an audience of burning green eyes keep us in sight.

The spotlight is trained on a boy perched on a red box,
He ignores the creaking seats and the rude whispered talk.

The silence is blessed,
as Jupiter smiles down from above,
As the grass tickles our cheeks,
Necks arched
We need to behold it.

Clasped in embrace, lips coiled in fear,
Something is stirring, monsters of society rear
Ugly heads to turn away,
Their anger, their fright, their life...
is on display

A star gazing ******, new to this universe,
new to the way the galaxies converse.
New to the language of this astrology,
I now write previous lives eulogy.

Even though this masquerade leaves us dissuaded,
its lines ensnare us, to overlook mumbled words
and taut stagnant blank faces.
This dancing boy cries out in many voices,
now he's loud enough to be heard.

And then we see it and it's in the sky,
I don't want forever and I don't want why,
I just want to hold stardust in my hand,
To recall, remember, rewind.
As  I will never understand.

In front of our eyes, they speak the final words
linked together by their unity.
One does not surpass the other,
and in their eyes we find serenity.

Who cares what you are
Under a star
Who cares how you feel
Because nothing is real
There's always more than you or me,
the world is bigger than what we see.
It's not just our stretch above,
there's more to accept and more to love,
And two hands on either side,
lead me to open my heart. Open it wide.
To swallow the stars and swallow the sky,
Swallow this terrible tragic lie
Whole.

Looking into portals to Heaven or looking into
the realms of the mind,
Whether someones is listening,
up there- I solemnly believe to find-
That someone is "vested in your success".

SO OUR LOVE ALWAYS
The description of our (myself and fellow Hello Poetry poet Aisling O'Leary) night. It consisted of theatre and star gazing.

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