she comes in my dreams
but never of my own conscience
not my own choice
she just appears
out of seeming randomness
and there she is
pale and delicate
yet there is a certain strength
to her beauty
she is like a lily, i think
sudden and beautiful
her fragrance flows through me
until i am sure that she is in my veins
that we are one
some would call her a muse
for she whispers secrets to me
guides me towards understanding
i almost think she shows me the universe
letting me soak up the starlight
but then she flows away again
and yet i do not feel disappointed
just rich with knowledge
and a knowingness that i can be beautiful
all on my own
even without my sacred lady
she has been clouded in mists
for some time now
her euphoria and ecstasy
never quite breaking through my
dull cotton
but i have faith that she will come
just as i have faith that the tides will come in
that the sun will shine
that the grass will grow
because without such faith
how could i survive?
but never of my own conscience
not my own choice
she just appears
out of seeming randomness
and there she is
pale and delicate
yet there is a certain strength
to her beauty
she is like a lily, i think
sudden and beautiful
her fragrance flows through me
until i am sure that she is in my veins
that we are one
some would call her a muse
for she whispers secrets to me
guides me towards understanding
i almost think she shows me the universe
letting me soak up the starlight
but then she flows away again
and yet i do not feel disappointed
just rich with knowledge
and a knowingness that i can be beautiful
all on my own
even without my sacred lady
she has been clouded in mists
for some time now
her euphoria and ecstasy
never quite breaking through my
dull cotton
but i have faith that she will come
just as i have faith that the tides will come in
that the sun will shine
that the grass will grow
because without such faith
how could i survive?
Author notes
Erm...I think it's obvious enough, but I sort of pictured a whole other person as a Random Lily. I don't think she actually exists...but she reminds me of the lady in I Am The Night, one of my old poems. This just came to me randomly and I'm not reading it again and it's not really my usual style and I haven't written in a while and I'm just making excuses. So I'll just post it.
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Comments
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i like this a lot. its beautiful in a way that is both delicate and strong. an impressive piece, my friend. it's good to see some new writing from you ^_^ have a flower.


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Oh, perhaps she does... do not question, methinks, simply embrace. Write penfriend...you speak and cause others to wonder and wish.
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mmm me likes. Its very pretty.. and mostly hopeful. *claps* nice to see something from you.
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I really liked this one. I like the thought of the woman you were talking about and how she seemed to breeze through the thoughts of this poem. Much enjoyed, and if this isn't your usual stlye, suggest a poem of yours for me to read. Much enjoyed!




