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Darkness Comes and Silver Fades

Silvery streams of quiet light fall softly upon the vale
As midnight treds on starlit paths and the moon is cold and pale

Gazing down on shadowed court and stony walks of man
Sighing for the moor and tree which lie in human hand

Shine on she must, shine on she shall, though pain grips at her soul
For death and bane descends on earth, destruction takes its toll

Yet in the mist of human strife, amidst the waves of sin
A hope is kindled, flame renewed, where silver streams have been

One lone lady striding forth through glen and cot and tree
A tear falls down her lily cheek, a broken silent plea

She bends to lift a fallen limb to find a shattered heart
And sees the blow that man has made to tear their world apart

To her knees the maiden falls as echoes fill her mind
Terrored scream and hallowed sigh, the warcry of mankind

And silvery streams of quiet light fall softly on the maiden
As midnight treds on darkened paths, her heart is heavy laden

Her Mother's body raped and burned, her heart hears whispered moans
As humankind destroys the land and pale moon looks on

Emerald hills and golden shores and waves of pearly foam
They take what e're their greed can hold, she sees it all as home

'Take it, take it, never give' their cruel smiles cut her
'Slash it, burn it, take it all' and she cannot deter

One lone lady listens still to tree and wind and fey
A tear drifts down her ashen cheek, as down her head she lay

Her ear is pressed to Mother's sod, she hears the stifled cry
As poison flows through Mother's veins and torment fills the sky

What can she do, this one lone maid, who sees the earth in pain
Remembers yet her Mother's face, the voice of wind and rain

Upwards to the moon she turns, Grandmother gazing down
Reads her heart and hears her soul and sets her starry crown

Years shall pass and wax and wane and yet she walks the earth
One lone lady, broken still, sees no peace nor mirth

And silver streams of quiet light fall softly on the vale
As midnight treds on starlit paths, the moon is cold and pale

Author notes

The moon is such an inspiration and guiding light, for those who wish to see...

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  • Blue Rew silver member
    January 27

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    The endless taking is raw and bold here...
    You narrate destruction and then breathe
    soft suffering into it. "For those who wish to see"
    though those wishes are rare it seems.
    Thank-you for trying to gift light to a world in need.
    Blue


  • Sokarjo
    May 31, 2008
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    Thank you, thank you all. Your comments are wonderful and encouraging. Blessings on you all. :-)

  • Lone Defender
    May 19, 2008
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    Very, very beautiful...held me until the very end.


  • ChildOfRhiannon gold member
    May 17, 2008

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    My Sister...nothing I can write...nothing can express how this poem touched my spirit and soul. I have missed your words...this rare beautiful gift you have been blessed with. No one writes with the magic you do. I am always amazed at the wonder I find inside each of your poems...just sheer beauty, blessed be!


    Az


  • Frodofan silver member
    May 17, 2008

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    Neat! So nice to see a poem by you. It's been too long. I love how it tells a story and your description is so vivid.

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