it could be so easy - too easy -
tie myself to that steady mast:
to feel the wind whipping at my
to feel the spray and surging waves,
to feel the arms
of the storm besiege
my fortress body, weather the rage;
push and pull of nature's all,
but all in vain because the mast
my steady mast, my rock, my earth,
embracing me with strength
and force -
keeps me safe from harm; the wind,
the storm, they
mean no wrong,
there is no malice in their form,
there is no
hate, no want, no thought,
and so with calm and steady
unperturbed by the rushing air,
i free myself from the
and feel the gentle cold embrace
of the storm as it
washing away my soul and mast.
© 2006 Eline
Aforth! (and a timely shower)
A Star, he danced cross hills and
Bringing now his Light; now his Dark -
But then! Afore
his eyes saw the Star a frame:
On that frame, a man - Star
"Aforth!" crieth the Star "Tis
Aye, my darling, posed unseemly my mood!
Let us -
shall we? - aye, for tis the time
Myself, but, the Star, I am...
"What! What is this? Do I see; yes, yes!
shower; a timely shower indeed, oh!
For these drops; they fall; oh
Brung aforth! Aforth! I cry: my credo!"
Star he did fall; and fall did he far
No more could he see - no,
For what didst he see? Nought but a tear!
dragged him down to the floor...
A tear, shed, for the
corruption of sin
Upon that frame! An ending, a start;
the Star, bringing the Light:
"Oh, my darling! Pared from
© 2006 Eline
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