Prose & Poetry

Ghost

Through their eyes what do they see

Through their world what do they feel

We stumble in our world

while they drift by a thin thread.

 

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Prose & Poetry

Mother Moon

Oh Mother moon

Crash your warmth on me

Guide me through the endless night

Although I may not always see you.

I know You are there

Hiding, seemingly shy

But your smile when the clouds part

Creates a twinge in my heart;

For your smile is a charm,

A sight so right, so bright;

Like a blanket making things alright.

I howl with the wolves

Dance with the bears

Run with the deers

Sway with the winds and trees

Searching, yearning for your love,

Your light!

Others may dare defy you

But they don’t know your might

For I have felt your anger

It’s not a danger I say

but a way to you, my Mother.

A goodwill path to follow

No doubt full of sorrow

But no mind so narrow can understand.

a lunatic

Weak or mistaken

Delusional they say!

But have they ever felt it

The tear behind an ear?

That sting

The cut

That speaks of all things

The mysteries hidden beneath

But Sings to me?

Never mind,

I wish to tell you my secret

But you must already know, my mother

But I will say it, for I cannot hold it

know that I will always, always be,

At your every side,

Like no other.

– wilnako

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Prose & Poetry

Ocean of Silence

Oh, silence you are beautiful.

You are like a muted ocean crashing upon cliff walls

A heavy blanket that warm the coldness in my soul

Motionless energy that hums with life.

 

I lay in silence but the thumping

of my sleepy heart;

Awaiting for a new dawn of deeds

to be done and made.

New dreams to be wrung,

Grateful I am for I breathe!

 

Though I have a heavy mind

I think, and I feel the people within arms reach.

Melancholy they may be

Raged at some point of the day

Brightened at some way

Life is lived I say.

 

Silence,

I am thankful for the peace you give me

When a day is done

And a part of the world is asleep.

 

You are the kindness I seek

In a world wrought with noise.

You are the darkness I yearn

When brightness seems too bleak

My Friend, to whom I will always speak.

 

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