I did not fall from the sky
Nor I descend like a plague of locusts
To drink color and strength from the earth
And I do not come like rain
As a tribute or symbol for earth's becoming
Dark and open
Some times I fall like night
Softly
And terrible
Only when I must die
In order to rise again.
I do not come like a secret warrior
With an unsheathed sword in my mouth
Hidden behind my tongue
Slicing my throat to ribbons
Of service with a smile
While the blood runs
Crawling bravely under my skin
Through my eyes
I see the world cascade.
Nor I descend like a plague of locusts
To drink color and strength from the earth
And I do not come like rain
As a tribute or symbol for earth's becoming
Dark and open
Some times I fall like night
Softly
And terrible
Only when I must die
In order to rise again.
I do not come like a secret warrior
With an unsheathed sword in my mouth
Hidden behind my tongue
Slicing my throat to ribbons
Of service with a smile
While the blood runs
Crawling bravely under my skin
Through my eyes
I see the world cascade.
Blinded by the friendliness of the cosmetic sun
But stretched back into darkness.
Battered by the bloodless teeth of the rain.
Still thirsty through the pool of flooded days
I kiss every bud to a new bloom.
I kiss every bud to a new bloom.
I fetch you colours from the rainbow.
I am pure innocence behind all form.
I am the raging force in every storm.
I am the laughter of children having fun.
I am the glistening wave that reflects the sun.
I have returned, tears tainted with the glory of a new tomorrow.
I returned, illuminated and evolved…
I come like a woman
Who I am
Spreading out through nights
Laughter and promise
And dark heat
Warming whatever I touch
Wake up to beauty ethereal.
I come like a woman
Who I am
Spreading out through nights
Laughter and promise
And dark heat
Warming whatever I touch
Wake up to beauty ethereal.
I who have seen this far,
That is living
Consuming
Only
What is already dead...
Consuming
Only
What is already dead...
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" Inspiration at its best "
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