Silvana Franco

Silvana Franco Feb 2016

In the precious heads of children,
Is a forest deep and vast.
A sprawling land called Imagination
That begins to vanish as time goes past.

The years go by and the child has grown,
The majestic woods now reduced to a garden.
Creative suppression imposed by the world,
Has caused the man’s heart to harden.

An adult now in the corporate world,
His thoughts are dominated by logic and reason.
Any trace of the magic he once saw around him,
Has become a faint shadow fading more by the season.

There are some exceptions, however, some wonderful souls,
Whose forests remain wild and untamed.
In their minds roam the faeries and dragons of Old,
In their minds the magic of life is sustained.

They see enchantment in things most take for granted;
How the owl sweeps and glides or how the moon rules the tide.
In their hearts they hold close a most beautiful treasure,
For in them resides the young child that survived.

Silvana Franco Feb 2016

Return of the Pharaoh

The dunes ***** under the weight of the stars
And the snake burrows deeper in the cool, night sand.
The desert fox ****** its ears at the pounding of drums
That announce the return of the King of the land.

Loaded down with treasures from far away lands,
The camels amble languidly in a single-file,
The clouds part and the moon beams down on the sand
Lighting the way for the King of the Nile

Nemes headdress worn with pride
They advance through the desert, now monochrome,
His faithful soldiers march at either side
Protecting the cart carrying the Pharaoh home.

The night crawls into the arms of day
As the moon dips gently out of sight,
The pyramids are lifted from their veil of grey
And bathed in rays of golden light.

Entering the stronghold of his Kingdom
He is welcome with flowers, applause and cheers
For the people’s ruler, both noble and fearsome
Has returned from an absence of several years.

His wife awaits at the entrance of the palace
Holding a bundle to her collarbone,
This swaddled child of royal status
Is the Pharaoh’s beloved heir to the throne.

Taking the baby from his beaming wife,
His heart burns with the splendour of a thousand suns
For he and his lover have brought forth this life
That will reign supreme after his time has come.

Heart full of love, he turns to the masses
With his son, wife and servants and his loyal guards
The crowd applauds frenzied, people of all classes
Rejoicing in the return of the King of the Gods.

Silvana Franco Feb 2016

Late Night Musings

solitude
is a wonderful
and curious thing

when i am alone
for much too long
and my own company
is all i’ve kept

my sense of self
expands beyond
the boundaries of my body

and in that moment
i do not know
where i begin or where i end

i am one with the fabric
of the universe

that stitches the stars together
in bewitching constellations

in that moment
i am infinite

what an equally
breathtaking and terrifying
thought.

Silvana Franco Feb 2016

Love Yourself

Life is change
It is in constant motion
It flows and it ebbs
Like the waves of the ocean

The people within it
Your friends and your foes
Like the passing of seasons
They’ll come and they’ll go

One person, however,
Remains at your side
Wherever you wander
They follow in stride

Through times good and bad
They never desert you
Though you may not notice
They’re always there for you.

It is your Higher Self
As pure as the dawn
That when all goes to Hell
It whispers, “Hold on!

Be brave and keep going
Though you may feel disheartened
Chin up, take a deep breath
Remember, you’re guarded.

You’re loved and protected
You’ve nothing to fear.
If you’re ever lonely
You have me right here.

I’m the voice in your head
That tells you you’re being
Too ******* yourself
For never quite seeing

Your beauty and light,
You have so much to give!
So unburden yourself
Let go and forgive.

Human life is ephemeral;
It burns bright and fast,
And it falls unto you
To make this time last.

Stop looking for Happiness
Outside of your soul,
Focus on self-improvement
And make yourself whole.

Meditate and be grateful
Learn to breathe and sit still,
And above all love yourself
‘Cause if you don’t then who will?”

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