Desperate, so agonisingly glutted with yearning, Yearning to hear my voice and to know that it resounds, So roundly that I am all at once myself, And so much myself that I remember my eyes, My eyes that have long been forgotten in cruel glass. Cruel, cruel glass! I have long been abandoned, and long been a veil, But such a thin veil that always would wane, It's falling slowly now, like a prophecy fulfilled, Get ready to see, get ready to be seen.
Quality is dear Heaven is not cheap Neither is the earth To be anyone’s for good Then before losing One’s hand or foot Seize the opportunity Get in gear Leave good for the better.
Like the first light: The power candle Sunrise on the golden high May fall for for the rose At first sight As if the veiled night Popped rosy on its black mole But always before long Back to the night the sun is gone.
What is death Do you think you know? When light falls away And shadows grow The crown of flowers Atop your head After color fades And all is dead Do you believe you are More than mere flesh When this age has passed And life refreshed? Our ancestors went To their fathers great halls The thief on the cross Within Paradise's walls Therefore, no my friend We shall not fear death Breathe easy and full Of your last breath Behind that curtain That ever thin veil Lies the true life we live that life without fail For there is one who stands And in death did lie Yet was raised again That death might die Weep not for the body But rejoice for the soul For the body may die Yet again be made whole Rest then in peace With your garland crown And awake once more Where life does abound
Just because we are hiding behind our veils or are covered from head to toe does NOT mean we are old-fashioned. In case you need this, one of the definitions of beauty is the HEART, okay? Neither are we intimidated nor forced upon. Just simply beautiful cloaked silhouettes, beautiful phenomenal women. :) Wrote this for the youngwriters.co.uk (poetry prompt "Empowered")
On the muted music of the zephyr, the viridescent folks' dance and the fluffs veiled in white, sallow, and orange tinges glide in the mid-air. In this pristine swathe shield by a mysterious guard against intruders, there's no gravity to land from jovial vibrations.