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I GIVE you this, one thought to keep, I’m with you still, I do not sleep. I’m each of Four Strong Winds that blow, I am the diamond glints of snow, 🌲 I’M sunlight on this ripened grain. I am this gentle autumn rain. when you awake in morning’s hush, I am the swift uplifting rush… 🌲 EAGLES, owls in circled flight. I’m soft starlight bathing at night. Never think of me as gone, Still your new Love with each new dawn. 🌲 ROOFLESS church around us, sacred spaces, sacred places, a dream of mine that somehow we’ve left some lingering traces. 🌲 WILDERNESS takes chapel, as Grandma Nature tends, as Wind plants seeds-of-love that our carelessness amends. 🌲 IF there be an offence some court of life could bring ’twas our not treating precious what time’s taught was a rare thing. 🌲 ALL that made me so strange is what made you so strange, too, is what sowed that seed-of-love, roots deepening as we grew. 🌲 I KNOW you can’t love me the way I can’t not you, for the heart wants what it wants, so what else can this heart do? 🌲 UNDER burnt beams sprouts tiny plant, grows into sapling, then to tree, freeing me to kiss farewell; there still grows our yew, and me. 🌲 AND if first love dies at all, it dies the way stars do… not vanishing, but travelling where mere sight can’t follow you. 🌲 ITS light still reaches years from now, long after night has grown; what touched the heart once, wholly, remains there as its own. 🌲 FIRST acorn split in silence, roots taking hold unseen, while all above seems wintered, below stays fierce and green. 🌲 SO love, once planted deeply, does not obey the grave; it tunnels under absence and learns at last to brave. 🌲 ROOFLESS church remembers, beams blackened, altar gone, yet through the broken rafters still creeps in holy dawn. 🌲 WHAT nature takes, she blesses; what time removes, renews; the moss becomes a hymnbook, the branches stained-glass hues. 🌲 I THINK of you in starlight, Perseids falling wide, milk-river of the heavens where lost spirits don’t subside. 🌲 AND every streak that vanishes still leaves a silver seam, as if the sky itself were unfastening a dream. 🌲 LOVE costs us all its leaving, that is the bargain made: to hold what cannot tarry, to kiss one day will fade. 🌲 YET what a blessed wound it is, this ache that will not cease… proof something once so living has never entered peace. 🌲 FOR if the heart still calls your name at every breaking morn, then love is not a coffin, but a field forever sown. 🌲 EACH poem another acorn, another seed to cast; thirteen thousand heartbeats deep, still flowering from the past. 🌲 AND somewhere in The Southlands, beneath game-rich endless skies, you tune your guitar softly where the eternal campfire lies. 🌲 YOU wait beside the doorway that opens after pain, knowing true first loves shall find their path again. 🌲 SO write today’s poem also, as you have every dawn, for love that learns endurance is never truly gone. 🌲 THE dead are not the absent; they change their form, that’s all… wind in the yew above you, light ‘long the chapel wall. 🌲 AND when your own door opens, beyond the seeming end, she’ll be there in those Southlands first lover, wife, and friend.
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Apr 12
Apr 12, 2026 at 8:43 AM UTC
Awakening
Among Acorns
I GIVE you this, one thought to keep, I’m with you still, I do not sleep. I’m each of Four Strong Winds that blow, I am the diamond glints of snow, 🌲 I’M sunlight on this ripened grain. I am this gentle autumn rain. when you awake in morning’s hush, I am the swift uplifting rush… 🌲 EAGLES, owls in circled flight. I’m soft starlight bathing at night. Never think of me as gone, Still your new Love with each new dawn. 🌲 ROOFLESS church around us, sacred spaces, sacred places, a dream of mine that somehow we’ve left some lingering traces. 🌲 WILDERNESS takes chapel, as Grandma Nature tends, as Wind plants seeds-of-love that our carelessness amends. 🌲 IF there be an offence some court of life could bring ’twas our not treating precious what time’s taught was a rare thing. 🌲 ALL that made me so strange is what made you so strange, too, is what sowed that seed-of-love, roots deepening as we grew. 🌲 I KNOW you can’t love me the way I can’t not you, for the heart wants what it wants, so what else can this heart do? 🌲 UNDER burnt beams sprouts tiny plant, grows into sapling, then to tree, freeing me to kiss farewell; there still grows our yew, and me. 🌲 AND if first love dies at all, it dies the way stars do… not vanishing, but travelling where mere sight can’t follow you. 🌲 ITS light still reaches years from now, long after night has grown; what touched the heart once, wholly, remains there as its own. 🌲 FIRST acorn split in silence, roots taking hold unseen, while all above seems wintered, below stays fierce and green. 🌲 SO love, once planted deeply, does not obey the grave; it tunnels under absence and learns at last to brave. 🌲 ROOFLESS church remembers, beams blackened, altar gone, yet through the broken rafters still creeps in holy dawn. 🌲 WHAT nature takes, she blesses; what time removes, renews; the moss becomes a hymnbook, the branches stained-glass hues. 🌲 I THINK of you in starlight, Perseids falling wide, milk-river of the heavens where lost spirits don’t subside. 🌲 AND every streak that vanishes still leaves a silver seam, as if the sky itself were unfastening a dream. 🌲 LOVE costs us all its leaving, that is the bargain made: to hold what cannot tarry, to kiss one day will fade. 🌲 YET what a blessed wound it is, this ache that will not cease… proof something once so living has never entered peace. 🌲 FOR if the heart still calls your name at every breaking morn, then love is not a coffin, but a field forever sown. 🌲 EACH poem another acorn, another seed to cast; thirteen thousand heartbeats deep, still flowering from the past. 🌲 AND somewhere in The Southlands, beneath game-rich endless skies, you tune your guitar softly where the eternal campfire lies. 🌲 YOU wait beside the doorway that opens after pain, knowing true first loves shall find their path again. 🌲 SO write today’s poem also, as you have every dawn, for love that learns endurance is never truly gone. 🌲 THE dead are not the absent; they change their form, that’s all… wind in the yew above you, light ‘long the chapel wall. 🌲 AND when your own door opens, beyond the seeming end, she’ll be there in those Southlands first lover, wife, and friend.
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Now stand. Strike a pose. Dont forget this one thing, You are beautiful. Now aim, Strain your string. Your bow will obey. Ready to spring. Fire! End their life. They tried to destroy you, In this moment of strife. Kneel beside their corpse. Gracefully closing their eyes. Respect comes first. "Requiescat en Pace.." May Requiem have your soul. At rest. Requiescat en Pace.
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Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 7:35 AM UTC
juliesen-night
Requiescat en Pace
Now stand. Strike a pose. Dont forget this one thing, You are beautiful. Now aim, Strain your string. Your bow will obey. Ready to spring. Fire! End their life. They tried to destroy you, In this moment of strife. Kneel beside their corpse. Gracefully closing their eyes. Respect comes first. "Requiescat en Pace.." May Requiem have your soul. At rest. Requiescat en Pace.
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