My Last Request

Memories to be cherished  

From my stint in detention 

When my biggest sin  

Was to seek redemption.  

How you held me,  

How you saved me. 

My heart beating stronger,  

reminding me of who I am,  

Helping me see beyond,  

To grow, to love again,  

To cherish, to adore,  

To begin again, to sing again,  

To scream Hallelujah  

As through rainbows  

On windowpanes  

autumn leaves  

Drift by, silently  

Calling to be seen,  

to become one 

with the symphony  

Playing in my heart.  

In your hands, safe,  

Knowing, this touch is sacred.  

Breathless, I laugh, and cry 

And sigh, then laugh some more.  

Every moment, a line from a song,  

A quote from a book.  

The way clear, I feel you near,  

Calling me home, to you, to me,  

To smile, to be free.  

To rejoice, to dance.   

To love and romance,  

To dream, to pray  

My last request  

To marry you, comes true 

As the dreams we dare  

To dream so often do.  

Shelley x  

A Glass Winged Butterfly

Like a glass winged butterfly, I see through you to the world beyond. Your colours capture my attention, drawing me in and holding me captive in your beauty. You flutter in and out of my dreams, fragile and tender reminding me everything is not always as it seems. Breathless, I sigh, wishing one day, you will stay long enough to share more than a fleeting moment in time. The sweetest distraction, elevating my soul from all that weighs me down. Inviting me to soar into higher dimensions where rainbows and roses mesmerise, hypnotise and cause me to fantasise. I did not choose for you to be my muse, but I ponder if you’d be amused. Would you laugh in wonder, loving that you’ve captured me in your net or would you hate how the hands of fate have me hooked on you? Under your spell, I fell, unknowingly, unwillingly, uninvited yet delighted. And now, my secrets are out, these lips unsealed, my heart exposed, yet free to fly, unimposed, like a glass winged butterfly.

I didn’t even know there was such a thing as a glass-winged butterfly until one fluttered through my dreams and I thought I’d check Google to see if they existed and sure enough there is. Nature is incredible and butterflies are truly magical. Hope you enjoyed the poem, Rashelle

New images clarify how glasswing butterflies make their wings transparent

To Fly Again.

The past that is behind me
Has crumpled into dust,
Where the road leads
I have learned to trust.

I’ve left all my baggage
At the crossroads down the road
Because the only way to fly
Is to lighten the load.

I’m ready for adventure
For the Universe to open doors
I’m ready for my destiny
And willing to explore.

Every word, every story,
All wrapped into one.
Under the moon and stars
And lit up by the sun.

I’m flying straight to heaven,
No more circling round the sides
You won’t find me in the shadows
As the light cannot hide.

I ascended higher
The call to fly was strong
A new horizon opened
And I began to sing my song.

A world of new adventures
A universe to be explored
And many, many reminders
That I had lived before.

On the wings of an eagle
Back in time it seemed,
Long ago, one night.
When awake, I dreamed.

I flew above a mountain
I’d never seen before
Ascending higher
My heart began to soar

I was seeking knowledge
To lighten up this Earth
every single step I took
Taught me my own worth.

I fell from the sky
To the ground, I crashed
I’d learned some secrets
That were going to last.

The abyss consumed me
As I fell further down to hell
Would I make it out alive?
Only time would tell.

Now angel wings carry me
As I prepare to launch anew
All my prayers answered and
My dreams all coming true.

The Dreamt of Place

Sitting by the water,

Waiting, wondering,

Is it all a dream,

Not all it seemed?

My imagination on fire

Burning with desire

longing to be loved,

with a tender touch.

Tears fall from my eyes,

Frustrated, in a world of lies

Tired of loving so deeply,

yet feeling so alone.

The aching grows,

Refusing to be ignored.

Unheard screams

Of forgotten dreams

Time loops back on itself,

Bridging heaven and hell

I return to a time long ago

At the end of the rainbow

When I flew so high

I touched the sky

Before autumn leaves fell

With stories to tell

No stone unturned,

often alone.

Restless, seeking, sharing,

Brave, bold, daring

Sometimes beaten,

Sometimes cheated.

Yearning for better

days get wetter,

Colder, darker still,

Souls frozen, until

A heart breaks

The earth quakes

Lightning strikes

The dark night

Illuminating heat

Ghosts retreat

Light as a feather

Whatever the weather

Freedom reigns

In the winds of change

Butterflies dance

Signaling romance.

A fool, free at last,

Gone from the past.  

I have no choice,

as I hear your voice,  

I begin to sing,

spreading my wings

Echoing the call,

cradles my fall,

No longer crying,

My soul flying,

I take a leap of faith,

To the dreamt of place.

The Twilight Zone

Something strange is happening,

it’s like she’s in the Twilight Zone

It’s full of smoke and mirrors

and fear of the unknown

Every image tells a story

as she look into the glass

Staring face to face with questions

she was too afraid to ask.

Facing all the shadows

bringing them to light,

haunting her in daytime

and in her dreams at night

Trajectory is changing

or maybe she’s lost the plot

busy trying to make sense

of what is real, and what is not.

There’s a cat among the pigeons,

it’s creating quite a mess

Feather’s flying everywhere

along with confusion and distress

Like a mouse, feeling trapped now,

as the game moves on full force

Knowing the time is here,

to plot the latest course.

Little whiskers twitching,

assessing the open field,

It should be a time of harvest,

to collect a bountiful yield.

Yet everything looked different

from the bloom that had been foreseen,

Life had become a nightmare

instead of all she’d dreamed.

All at once like magic,

the zone just disappears.

Snapped back to reality,

the smoke begins to clear.

What’s on the horizon,

only time will tell,

Whether she lands in heaven,

or finds herself in hell.

Ghosts

It was so long ago,

when you left me

with tears in my eyes

I had to say goodbye

Never knowing then,

what I know now,

of how you’d haunt me

with an unannounced,

yet welcome rendezvous

in the astral plane,

for a brief moment in time,

before the alarm bell rings

waking me from a dream

to leave you behind,

like you left me,

all those years ago.

Yearning for sleep to return

I imagine gluing my eyes closed.

Knowing that even a brief glimpse,

is better than the shadows

that have lived in my heart

in the eternity since we parted

I’d never imagined then,

that in the future,

I’d dream of going to sleep

for that brief moment in time

when we were together again.

Sharing a laugh and a hug,

lingering memories that never fade

like the feelings trapped inside

Reminding me that once,

long ago, we were entwined

before you had to go,

leaving me to wonder,

if in another place in time

we are together.

Walking hand in hand,

in a parallel land,

just like this one

laughter etches

lines of our future

on our faces.

instead of tears

from the past

when we say goodbye

to those who touch our soul.

Memories float like ghosts

trapped in an ethereal prison

that no-one can see

Hauntingly beautiful,

It was so long ago

you left me…

The Tempest

Day dreams and sweet temptations.
Crazy ideas and rampant imaginations.
Lost in a world of madness beyond ken.
While trying to master the art of living Zen.
Winter chills linger, yet the embers been stoked.
The scent of spring brings with it fresh hope.
Tending the tinder’s and keeping warm.
The tempest’s awake, prepare for a storm.
Lay bare, awaiting the new cycle.
Behaving perfectly archetypal.
On fire now, the flame invoked.
Enchanted roots like an Ancient Oak.
No brimstone needed for budding to begin.
As the miracle of creation comes from within.

.

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