By Allegra
Teardrops floating merging with the rain falling soundlessly all around the sky weeps as I weep for the last memories of my soul.
Trapped in an abyss of pain I gaze heavenward, eyes rapt, wet with tears of joy as I see the bright light above cool water on the fevered brow of my heart.
Snapping the chains of mediocrity I rise above persecution heresy, prejudice, the venial sins of my past that had held me fast in the muck of the world.
The dazzling pearl of purity shines brightly once more in my inner self, replacing the dark with clean white light uncovering, exposing the darkes regions in purifying white fire.
White hot, I burn, painlessly, as I shed all I used to be metamorphasis breaking free of my chrysalis, where so long I had slumbered. I am free. I am released. by Allegra
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their works had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, and learn, too late, they grieved it on it's way, Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage, against the dying of the light. By Dylan Thomas
Storm Slowly darkening clouds gather rolling together a boiling mass rumbling thunder in the distance. Brightest daylight chang'd to near-dark night as flashes criss-cross the sky tearing rents in the dark jagged arcs of nature's wrath. Trees begin to bow and sway trembling before their maker as her guardian winds keening sigh grows in intensity The softest, gentle mist precedes the angry pelting of harsh drops of rain nature's tears shed completing the cycle. Endless flow from above scattered by the breath of wind jagged lights from the sky to show the way to fall. Ah! To be alive drinking in nature's flow the very source of life itself the beauty of creation for you to see. Purple-white streaks for show accompanied by theundering bass rapid-fire staccato a duet of light and sound Underscored by the relentless drumming of the rain on the roof; on the leaves, the roads the earth. The sweet symphony of creation as the wind moans sweetly soaring in higher counterpoint or merely adding to the urgency. Tension felt, like a live wire as a sense of danger pervades overridden by the exhiliration of the storm. The symphony, from humble beginnings sprang, now begins a soaring crescendo passion blazing thunder roaring And lightning blinding. To be alive! This is passion! This is glory! To throw my arms wide And embrace what nature has given me. The winds are my thoughts the sound and light my turmoil and anguish. But the rain... ahh, the rain, the tears of my salvation. My redemption my cleansing As they cleanse the earth. For the storm completes the cycle of death and life To purge the evil: And renew the soul. By Allegra
Music of the Soul Taking a deep breath, I plunge, headlong into the waters of the soul. Searching myself for answers to questions I cannot name, thougths fly by, hasty records of my unfettered emotions. Images, crystal-clear shater as my random impulses charge like battering rams scattering like ashes to the wind my thoughts. Standing at a precipice, I gaze outward with my mind's eye the mountains, green and lush, blue-bowl sky, sun-dappling golden hues as the wind whispers sweet melodies in my ear. Closing my eyes, I step off to fly in my imagination soaring with the eagles touching the clouds, then swooping low my fingers grazing trails in the streams I pass. Suddenly, I plunge beneath the ocean of fear, to swim the dark waters of my concience. I frolick with the dolphins, as they reach for the sky then plunge back down to their own realities. Whales sing me sweet lullibies that sooth my fevered brain calm my racing heart and piece together my tattered soul Softly, I sing delicate harmonies a floating counterpoint to what is heard; the rhythmn of life. The vast symphony of the universe plays; I'm merely a player content to add my richness to the song, my tone to the melody. The melody of our hearts; the music of our souls. By Allegra
Death of a Young Martyr Silently she floats held in the embrace of death, nameless yet her crime was loving a man who shared his love with the world. The only light shines on her tortured body her soul now at rest yet her hands bound still in the water's embrace bear mute testimony that her death was in vain. Yet God's holy light bathes her in its radience proclaiming to one and all that her death has not gone unnoticed. Surrounded by the soft darkness, the river her coffin, as the devil, her murderer looks on from the shadows, weeping tears of remorse reaching for the light surrounding her, knowing he can never touch. Even in death, her beauty shines; peace touches each feature with a gentle caress, painting her face with at loving stillness of serenity - Her journey is at end, her death a fulfillment and a lesson to the living. Be not afraid to die for the beliefs you hold dear; death comes for all. Her life and death had meaning, purpose - How could we not hope for the same?
By Allegra
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