if monsters are born
of deeds done,
letting loose their delusions
like a plague;
then sages are summoned
in the alchemy of flashing swords,
slicing through shadows
to reveal the light
that sculpted them.
cast off the spells
from musty old cyphers
and claim your marvelous
lift up your
frazzled and scattered
to the magical
lean into the wind
and follow its flight
soak in the innocence
of nonsensical delights
a murky, foul fog is fading from sight …
I’m so sad that this will be your last poem. I enjoy reading them and believe that you are very tallented.
Oh, Helen, this will not be my last poem! Just taking a break in the New Year – then writing anew!
Thank you for your kind appreciation!
DEEDS DONE ——- DAWN-DYANNA – YOU ARE BEYOND AMAZING.. YOU ARE EXHILIRATING..
..DEEDS DONE …..LETTING GO OF DARKNESS INVITES SPIRITUAL EXHILIRATION … WHEERE HIGH STANDARDS ARE EMBRACED …..REVEALING LIGHT…IN REACHING FOR MAGIC – THE DARKNESS FADES…. AND JOYFUL DELIGHT IS LIVED……………..DAWN-DYANNA …BRAVO….”I CELEBRATE YOU”!
Gorgeous that you understand — thank you!
Sending love <3