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Your Memories

a poem by

In the depth of silence
I saw a flash of light
It was my dearest dear
Recollecting our past
He told me how much he loved me
Contemplating future
He told me how much he missed me
He took me into a room
I pierced in through the flock
To see his body lying dead
When I turned to him in complete bewilderment
He vanished with a smile
Leaving me to burn his lively incandescence.

Gibran and the Raven

a poem by

Conjurer, dark’s carrier-
symbol’s undertaker.
Poets have spied upon you,
unleashing your symbolic mask
as an altar hovering with death.
Speak no more, the human’s
language.
Breathe easy bird
as you float subterranean wings-
heeding God’s calling.
Lonely,
misunderstood by the ages-
Voices of poetry chanting,
fear, death and mystery’s
blind alley.
“There you are now” said God.
“Go feed my prophet,
who is hungry,
who has withstood
the desert of knowing.”