Finding Her - Ebony And A Wisp Of Silk

(Artist: C. Smriti)

Part 1

I first saw her by candlelight,
A shadow flitting across sunlight,

By the flickering flame,

I caught a glimpse

Of ebony, and a whisper of silk.

A long, bright summer later,

I knelt beside a stream of clear water,

Found her

In the flow of ripples,

Wistful doe eyes amongst the shingle.

Part 2

Who is this apparition

that haunts me so?

Must I follow her

flame to the shore?

Then follow her I must,

In my heart I shall trust,

In search of the answer,

Before every door shuts.

Part 3

The long drawn journey

My litmus test, on and on

Till I come to rest,

At a door so bare,

I almost give up my quest.

The door opens ever so slowly,

He’s smiling, waiting there,

As I meet his deep gaze,

I’m lost and afraid,

Not sure I believe in the rare.

Part 4

Destiny’s not to be beaten,

This time she is sure;

She pushes me gently-

Forward,

Propels me towards my shore.

I step in – slow and hesitant,

I step in – not so sure,

And then I see

Mirrored in his eyes,

Ebony, and a swirl of silk.

Homecoming

Beneath the stars I wandered,

To a place long gone,

To a place my own,

To a place I found

And lost by dawn.

Through desert storms and blizzards,

I wandered on,

In search of dawn,

In a place long gone,

In a place my own.

Until one day by the roadside,

I found the dawn,

After a storm,

Then wandered on

To a place long gone.

Back and forth on that endless road,

Beneath the stars,

Storms to dawn,

Peace I found,

In a place my own.

The Night Before Christmas

‘Twas the night before Christmas

When we whispered your name,

In hushed tones we spoke

Of the man you became.

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The angels they came

A heavenly melody played

To shepherds who watched

Awe in their gaze.

The wise men followed

A star bright as day

To a lowly manger

In a place far away.

The mood was somber

At Herod’s that day

A prophecy threatened

His life and his reign.

A King was born

In a stable filled with hay,

Many moons later

He died for our sakes.

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Still, the night before Christmas,

Sweet melodies play

The story of your destiny,

Glory be Thy name.

The Journey – Part IV: Peace and Goodwill

I surge ahead on a path of clarity,

Form a relationship of fragile parity,

Between twin souls – darkness, light,

Peace and goodwill, the gifts of sight.

The Journey – Part III: Surrender

I surrender to the storm within,

A force of nature to reckon with,

I surrender while I’m alive still,

Lest I forget both reason and will.

The Journey – Part II: Inner Dream

I drift on cloudy thoughts and dreams,

On memories that shift at the seams,

I see a void – transient, deep,

Venture in through the fissures of sleep.

The Journey – Part I: Turmoil

I toss and turn as darkness falls,

No cloaks of comfort to recall,

I toss and turn on stormy seas,

Inner wisdom just out of reach.