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...and long after I have given up,
my heart still searches for you
without my permission...
  Jul 2020 Rachel Lady Durand
Ciel Noir
there  ✧  is  ✧  a  ✧  star
will sleep until             it is destroyed
what we are                          and spills out life
       where our essence                                    into the void       
      become a part of the sky                   and what wise hand      
      you and I                                                             may­ fabricate      
moons and planets                                           the many things  
melting out into the night                                     that it creates  
      incandescent searing light                          moons and planets        
till the Sun begins to turn                                stone and metal  
burn whatever they can burn                           running water  
until only monsters remain                            flower petals  
     and up the chain                                       moving round      
  on and on                                   by their own power    
      to eat the bees                                    little bees          
       little birds                 to eat the flowers        
singing sweetly in the trees
Borrowed from the sun
Magnetic beams Coalesce
Charismatic soul
  Jul 2020 Rachel Lady Durand
Arek
I always dreamt in black and white
no red or green or blue
always until last night
that's when my eyes met you

and now my dreams have come alive
with purples, yellows, pinks
i cant wait neath the bed sheets dive
to get a few more winks

and all i want is to see you
while snoring with delight
in red and green and also blue
not boring black and white
“Walk right up to you,
To the root of your throne
And stare, expectant

Cup in hand, thirst in soul
Ready to drink, and just demand:
I yell and raise the cup to you –

‘Forgive me!’

I am a hypocrite child, a mockery to your blamelessness
Please grant me eyes true,
And a tongue that knows honesty unimpaired -

‘I’m Sorry, My God.’
From the unreleased anthology: A POETIC POUND OF PAIN by Yours Truly.
When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted,
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning
Sank chill on my brow—
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame:
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o’er me—
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well:—
Long, long shall I rue thee
Too deeply to tell.

In secret we met—
In silence I grieve
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?—
With silence and tears.
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