After Atiloquence

Time has unraveled as undisturbed borders alter shape

Without source, unquestioned by primordial trees,

For they merely observe from their safe eugeria.

But I dwell in alterity, aliferous without a sky

Or dreams to bring alleviation…so sleep is desolate

And I suspend in the achorontic expanse of glassy stars.

All my atiloquence falls lifeless to the lurid land

And in a swift sweep, my kilderkin is revealed,

Possible once this crystalline sphere has deliquesced,

So I flex my abandoned wings and linger awhile more. 

Speciosis

Celestial beams warm my sleek surface as I rest

And reflect heavenly races of alabaster vapor.

I do not dream beyond the stern bulrushes,

Content to observe my inhabitants take flight,

For their colorful forms are to be admired

And I am not so unsightly myself, calm, at peace.

But the persistent claw of a brewing storm

Streaks and disrupts my frail exterior

And then the once friendly clouds begin an assault;

And I can only survey my disfigured appearance.

Each cold missile wounds and wrinkles age me,

My cerulean borders pockmarked, all purpose lost.

Yet before I close in murky sinking despair,

A lone figure captures my portrait, respectfully distant,

Astonishing; yet there, in my agony, I am beautiful.

Second Childhood

An incomprehensible blur of faces and colors,

Sounds becoming clearer until they form “words”,

Whole words found and explored with abandon,

New wonders added to build a reality; growing up.

And I lived, wrote my heart onto the pages,

Learned studiously, laughed with my dear friends

And at night in mood beams, dreams soared,

Until normal life was achieved and I sat.

What lurching horror to find my chair gone

And I fell into a swirling void of confusion,

Stripping me down to my fragile core

And I was a child for the second time.

Loss could not bind my heart for long

And stubbornly, I jumped into the new life

To find a joy filled land of tastes and shapes,

So that I grew up well and was blessed.

Warrior

Lead me to the raging waters

In a simple dress of white

To drown the entrapping darkness

And strip my flesh to the bone.

Destroyed by victorious love

And drawn up in fierce fire,

The reflection is mine, yet not,

Truly alive, unafraid of failure

In the face of a daunting army.

Washed by water, fire rested,

So lost that Self is found,

A warrior fighting with love.

Waltz

Shadows reigned in the starscape land

As dreams waltzed sleep into dust

And dared to shine beyond boundaries

Of fear and weary tales of tomorrow.

Against a familiar seeping sorrow, refreshed

Feathers of faith amidst desolate losses

Flexed shyly, then strengthened in waking dawn

To sweep the shards from my broken surface.

Then, beyond the cold restraining glass,

Dark was stripped away and forgotten

As day sharpened and pierced my heart,

And I was free, brighter than the stars.

Achor Redeemed

(The last two months have been crazy and definitely hard, though we had fun amidst the hardship. This is an inspired piece based on the last two months.)

  The gentle breeze caressed her face and playfully danced with her as she talked to the grove. It was a comforting place, a haven from the eternal storms that raged beyond the trees of safety. Hair dripping wet and clothing in disarray, she felt peaceful as the warm breeze dried her, causing her hair to form into ringlets. A light blue blanket was spread out on the grass and she sat down gratefully. A pair of doves flew past her and a hind bounded through the grove, delicate feet nimble and sure.

 The girl stood up and ran to the newcomer, who took her in His arms. “Little one.” His voice was audible love and she knew His gentle smile was on His face. They sat on the blanket, facing one another, silently enjoying each other’s presence for a time. Meanwhile, a lion cub and a lamb, which had been playing together nearby, ran over to rest at His side.

 The girl finally spoke, glancing at the faded scars on her pale arms. “I still can’t thank You enough for what You’ve done, especially in the last two years. The valley was so dark and I stumbled so often but the way You picked me up and transformed me…” she found no more words and fell into contented silence. He took her hands and held them tightly before His eyes grew sad. “My child, you once begged for reconciliation among the others and I have plans for them. And those plans involve you and an even deeper valley.”

 She sat very still, thoughts clambering within the confines of her mind, though she let none escape. Instead, she gazed at Him patiently and He continued a moment later. “Little one, it won’t be easy and it will take time.” He waited for her response, though He knew with a smile what it would be. “You’ll stay with me through this? You’ll carry me when I can’t walk another step?” He nodded and a determined look settled on her face. “Well then, let’s go see this valley. Just lead the way.”

 So they left the grove, stepping back out into the rain, walking towards the dark valley entrance. There they paused and He looked at her. “Ready?” She put her small hand in his big strong hand and nodded. And they skipped into the darkness.

Return of the Vlog

Here's a short trailer if you care to watch. I stopped updating my vlog six months ago after I moved to Alberta but I'm starting it up again!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nR6ab6PaRFk