Magic_and_SIlk~~From My Secret Garden

[*Magic_and_Silk*]

From the time I was very young, when I would get upset or encounter something that made me sad, or when I would have to endure things that made me cry or when my heart was broken, I have had this place inside that I could go. This place was not a place that, at first, was accessible to anyone else. It is a place within my heart and soul, where I could go to heal myself or to hide from the things that would hurt me so I could get my bearings and deal with those things in more healthy ways.

This place is what I called 'My Secret Garden'. It is the place where my muse lives. It is the place that I go when I need complete solitude. I can shut the gate behind me and lock it, so no one can follow. Or I can just stand on the threshold and gaze at the Witseria and Poppies that grow there.

Now, when I wish to let someone in, all I have to do is present a work of art or a poem or prose. These things are small parts of myself, tiny parts of my soul. They are steps in my Journey. Writing them helps me see inside myself. And sometimes, I feel like they are good enough to show to others. Maybe someone else feels the same and can take some comfort in knowing that they are not alone in this world, no matter how lonely it feels.

DIAGNOSIS

Standing on the asphalt plain-
Jagged edged,
Full of resentment.
It mourns for the smoothness of Youth.
Under my feet, a protest.
No lips to form words
~yet, biting.
Darkness descends,
Silence ruptures me
~my hands.
I rend the air
with an endless keening
that empties my soul.
Lightning strikes me.
I wait for the rain to fill it up once more
....to wash it away; that blackened plain.
Hold tightly; I attempt to keep my world
from flying apart
like shattered glass.

COPYRIGHT S.J.Sexton

[*Magic_and_Silk*]

Hues of such longing,
~Pigments of pain,
Brush held as gently
added the stain.
This blankness before me
on fluttering wing.
I touch you with magic
and lace up the string.

Placing before you
undefinable grace,
You lift me in dream;
leave not a trace
Resonation in bone
~vibration of soul,
Inclination to Astral
~Half into whole.

Imagine a spark
beneath silk of Sea.
The stars light the eye
~moon into me.
Brush to the canvas
~laughter of two.
Conscious of wonder,
of me into you.

Copyright- S.J.Sexton 2010

[*Magic_and_Silk*]

**~GRAY DAY~**

Muted light
Mutating my thoughts.
The dead things bend;
Stiff as a brick
--in the wind.
This body's curves
--echoed again and again.....
Undulating on the horizon
--a reflection of sky
on the ground.

Insanity peeks in
--as the monochromatic scheme
Bursts its vein
--and another blossoms
in liquid form
that matches the horizon
--and the undulation of my body
In it's gray pain....
Indistinguishable from the sky
-----from the earth
-----from the sea...
.............I disappear.............

COPYRIGHT S.J. SEXTON
3/28/06

[*Magic_and_Silk*]

Safe Inside The Storm


There is a storm rolling in
and the wind is blowing.
It sinks into my soul.
The Winged Ones careening,
Thrown about as leaves
..........Swift as arrows.

Eyes closed, I send myself
to you--
My essence on the Tempest
..........Thunder rumbles distantly
carrying the promise of your return.
This longing overflows as
rain drums down,
each drop as forlorn as I.

--The sighing song of Storm,
broken by rumbling punctuations
mirrors my voice.
~I long for you, my Love.
............The ache of my wish,
The passion burning constantly
within-
Like a flame.

This storm covered you as day grew old
and at the eve, brings your caress
with the quenching rain;
~The Power of Wind
~The blinding flash in the roar
of thunder
...........I lay back and I feel you cover me
inside the storm.



Copyright S.J. Sexton 2005