with youthful
eyes unclouded
in worldly
cataracts of
time and
waste, she
gazed into
the eyes of
bleeding dawns
where innocence
lay --
shredded
embalmed.
she wept
at loss and
knowledge
found as
tears
ran
down
and cleared
the way --
somewhat.
that cost we
pay, so dear
comes with
the price
of eden lost
and yet
regained.
© eleanor clark
12 february 2013
12 July, 2013
06 July, 2013
Moments Before Dawn
Moments before dawn
we walked
the rain-drizzled
streets and
talked of love
and friendship,
peace and plenty.
We gazed as lightning
flickered beneath
the grey-tinged sky
and shielded the faces
of mountains old
and ancient as
the crystal stars.
We paused to run
our fingers through
the lavender and raised
our hearts and lips
to kiss the falling
rain and feel
the quiet joy of
loved creation.
We talked of Father
Then ascended the hill
and breathed the scent
of grasses wild
with midnight air
and orchestral
crickets.
We saw the expanse
of city lights,
glistening through
curling hair, that
spread beneath our
weary feet.
We stopped a moment
and pondered life
and learning
and mysteries of
the universe.
As dawn began to
stretch her sleep-laden
fingers to stir
the birds and
people slumbering,
We parted on
to dream-filled
sleep and
gratefulness
for the moments
before dawn.
© Eleanor Clark
5 July 2013
we walked
the rain-drizzled
streets and
talked of love
and friendship,
peace and plenty.
We gazed as lightning
flickered beneath
the grey-tinged sky
and shielded the faces
of mountains old
and ancient as
the crystal stars.
We paused to run
our fingers through
the lavender and raised
our hearts and lips
to kiss the falling
rain and feel
the quiet joy of
loved creation.
We talked of Father
Then ascended the hill
and breathed the scent
of grasses wild
with midnight air
and orchestral
crickets.
We saw the expanse
of city lights,
glistening through
curling hair, that
spread beneath our
weary feet.
We stopped a moment
and pondered life
and learning
and mysteries of
the universe.
As dawn began to
stretch her sleep-laden
fingers to stir
the birds and
people slumbering,
We parted on
to dream-filled
sleep and
gratefulness
for the moments
before dawn.
© Eleanor Clark
5 July 2013
05 July, 2013
Reckless Confession
I almost
told you
tonight
about
how I
liked
you
when
first
we
met.
About
the time
we first
talked
and
how
we
both
seemed
to linger
tentatively.
And
later
walking
talking
laughing
friendship
happened
with
potential,
maybe -
somewhere
sometime
and I
was never
really
sure
if you
also saw
something
more.
So tonight
I almost
told you
about
how I
like
you -
still.
© Eleanor Clark
5 July 2013
told you
tonight
about
how I
liked
you
when
first
we
met.
About
the time
we first
talked
and
how
we
both
seemed
to linger
tentatively.
And
later
walking
talking
laughing
friendship
happened
with
potential,
maybe -
somewhere
sometime
and I
was never
really
sure
if you
also saw
something
more.
So tonight
I almost
told you
about
how I
like
you -
still.
© Eleanor Clark
5 July 2013
Fireworks
Entrails
of gutted
smokey
jellyfish
trail the
sky
Amid
shooting
stars
and
flaming
willows
and
sparking
bumble bees.
Embered
gunshots
perforate
the air
in
dazzling
splendour
while
The hours
and
minutes
of childlike
glee
erupt
in squeals
and sighs
of pleasure.
What
delight
is found
in these
moments
of fiery
destruction.
© Eleanor Clark
4 July 2013
of gutted
smokey
jellyfish
trail the
sky
Amid
shooting
stars
and
flaming
willows
and
sparking
bumble bees.
Embered
gunshots
perforate
the air
in
dazzling
splendour
while
The hours
and
minutes
of childlike
glee
erupt
in squeals
and sighs
of pleasure.
What
delight
is found
in these
moments
of fiery
destruction.
© Eleanor Clark
4 July 2013
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