Elucidating Questions

Staring down on a spinning pearl, a beautiful gem, my whole world.

As it spins and shines, the centre of mine, the songs of the deep that sing it to sleep and teach the dance.

The guardian watching overhead, merely watching from above, even from within, it is clear, there is beauty, the songs are real.

Even unheard and even unseen, the same love sent to them, in a gleam.

If showing the warmth of knowing the feeling, and listening quietly to the quiet thinking as checking and double checking and testing begins,

Hoping a good day and a party to those ones.

Birds fly by in twos while I ponder you. Sitting alone in my room, as I yearn for you. The constant pull between, the untouched and the unseen.

Without knowing the people around, without having an answer. The true future too far, the return to the past to feel it.

Sitting beneath the blue sky as the colours fade slightly with time. The call to the sea that pulls like a constant energy,

Holiday of the death, unlucky month for love. However when is it, and the messenger answered, as the voices grew louder and the sounds were fearsome.

When Hades doors break, and the spirits pour into the streets, and they missed those who lived, or wish to live again.

So met with rebirth the one who sits at the edge, the three sisters alongside.

Passing along the words and the whispers. These who have rested for so long they scream, that night and day, regardless of light, they want to try again.

Pressed up against the door for days, asking for a hint.

It opens slow, you see a face, but don’t know who it is.

In the blurry haze, the pounding silence as they gather around, a hand reaches out to take.

Don’t know what you found or if it was right, it may have been a mistake.

Walking around in the world again, but it feels like two places as once.

Down a dead end street, quiet at night, but you can hear the Spartan drums.

Tales of cities that fell and palaces in ruin as the gods interfered for sport.

This time, they whisper, it has to be different or their stories will fade away.

The Immortals wish to walk among mortals again, being seen, but without success of belief.

Without the chaos, after all, the mortals have been doing enough. More concerned with protecting the garden, their vacation spots.

As the new day begins and the sun awakes, if you are lost a way home.

And the words come shallow, but bring power to the words, as the little one listens and the shadows sing.

As the stars come out and the moon rises, the darkness shows.

A fiery one who surfaces suddenly, the twins already know. That this is the beginning of another maze to a heart hard to find.

Only time brings the end to a maze such as it, there is no answer as the storm rages on, and the power flows through.

The wings take to the sky,

And they return home.

Near the long river as the music starts, still looking too small, but don’t take it to heart your beautiful self will be loved of course, everyone loves you,

Naturally not beside you, far far away, will you notice then? Will you start it?

Pop keeps saying its’ name. The world tries to communicate again what comes after now, though I will not see it.

I wish I could, but it cannot be so it

Just reminds me of the fact that you may feel nerves, but I know you will rock it and the crowd will love you as you deserve.

And I will remain, and find something to learn.

This life that is separate, but wishes to join, yet has no where to go, and no way to climb.

Underneath the guise of what or who could be commanding of a world so chaotic and twisted in a state so out of place.

When the health of those around and those who aren’t important in the eyes of the many mean nothing to those who control.

Step one to make it known, step two to prove the existence as the world slows, step three to bring the one who was mentioned, burnt to a halt as his consorts and lies begin to surface.

Neighbours beyond, those who watch and wait, thinking someone by now should be waking and seeing something is wrong.

There is a sour child in the whitest of homes.