I would like to dedicate this poem to Deanne...a true source of inspiration to us all. I hope and pray that you will be feeling better soon. In the meantime, when life seems too painful to bear, take a break from reality and find a place of spiritual sanctuary...a magic hour when the pain ceases for a moment. You have a marvelous imagination...you can find it!
The Magic Hour
By
I walk in the forest, gathering time,
Inhaling a mist that drifts sublime
Through my darkened mind, unleashing power
To enter the realm of the magic hour.
A burst of color invades the shadows,
A bubbling stream that ebbs and flows
Through a labyrinth of melancholy,
Painted with swaths of reckless folly.
Rubbing my soul with a healing balm,
Chaos drains to soothing calm;
Silence reigns as I walk the path,
Through light in shadow to fading wrath.
A sprinkling of fairy dust wafts through the air,
Casting a spell o’er the anguished lair
Of constant motion, anxious blight,
A moment of darkness burst into light.
I can sense the light, warmth on my face,
A sensuous flowing of divine grace,
Filling my body, invading my soul,
Paying the price, a sacred toll.
As the sun sets, the forest grows cold,
The magic fades, shadows grow bold;
I shiver, trembling anticipation,
A last gasp of waning elation.
The darkness settles, a gathering gloom,
Faint candle light flickers on the wall of my room;
I sigh, my breath teasing the candle flame,
Sputtering images, emotions proclaim.
The candle extinguished, realities intrude,
Life comes knocking with a bad attitude;
I cry to the heavens, soothe my pain,
While remnants of joy are sucked down the drain.
Fatigue creeps into brittle bones;
Breath breeds whispers, settles to moans;
I close my eyes, time slows,
Chaos softened by cold winter snows.
Footsteps muted on snow covered trails,
Wandering silently, spinning new tales;
I stop and breathe, inhaling the power
To enter the realm of the magic hour.
Tree limbs bow down, soothing my mind;
Glaring white sorrow is stricken blind,
Fading slowly to a warming glow,
Permeating my mind’s meandering flow.
I find rest, lie down in peace,
Dreaming to release my pain to cease,
Entombed in a phantom reality,
A cloud of angels surrounding me.
Break the silence, unfettered glee!
Dance in the grace of the sacred tree!
Unleash my spirit from its prison cell,
No more in suffocating darkness dwell.
The world keeps spinning, dawn merging to dusk,
My body shriveled to an empty husk,
My spirit soars, consumed with power
To dwell forever in the magic hour.
You do have friends who care and are thinking of you,
Alan
Oh Alan, how beautiful and peaceful! Your words never cease to amaze me.
Thank you, once again, for sharing the beauty of your soul.
Nini
Alan, I read this last night but was too sick to respond. But you touched my heart so much especially when I was feeling so down. Those were exactly the words that I needed to hear. I needed to go away to my magic place.
You are a precious, precious soul and a good friend. Thank you.
Thanks for responding...hope you're starting to feel a little better...healing is a lot of work and takes a lot of patience. I was going to bump this post to the top to make sure you saw it...oops, I guess I just did!
Alan
Just wanted to bring this up for Deanna to find. Hugs and good vibes.