A Little Darkness and then Comes the Day . . .

 Cimetiere DuPere Lachaise, Paris

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Poem in response to: "Trip Solombre" by Shamatronic 

Darkness

Very dark . . . moody
following a path
under terra . . . perhaps deeper. . .
caverns so deep where the seeker finds trolls,
slow and uneasy. . .
blood red . . . the walls of the tunnels
throb and drip and ooze , , ,
unknown and unknowable. . .
the seeker crawls like the dying monsters;
black pools reflect nothing
but the harsh red fires burning,
smokeless . . . pure dream time,
roots so deep . . . unfathomed . . .
obscure pictures form like
a haze across the eyes . . .
mourning . . . deep sadness
grief . . . we weep facing
a smooth flood curving up like a wave
of anguish . . . and fear

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Poem written while listening: "UTOPIQ" by  Marna

rising from the darkness . . .
sunlight streams off
rain wet streets . . ..
like liquid gold
to the souls of
all the lonely people
beating feet through
flashing rivulets .. . .
a wistful whistle in the trees . . .
wind chimes sail through
a dream of peace and rest
and we wander longingly
through the stone gray forest .  .  .
looking for our tomorrows
as our yesterdays have gone . . .
our hands clutched tightly
around a  single  shining
song . . . .

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