EclipseOfTheMoon

From the Pocket of a Dream

*Gone*

See the pieces of one broken mirror
how they rise up from the floor
to be gathered one more time
while the night still young weaves a vision inside the mirror’s eye
The yarn is golden the threads mean longing
and the mind drowns deeper into the desire
almost tasting it
searching the secret path that would lead
through the magical forest
in the most hidden corner of this hopeless fantasy
An impatient thought flies out from the cage of the heart
It is a tiny bird
released only to grow stronger on that flight
freed to spread the dark wings
to be taken again as a thousand times before
always to the same place
And who knows how many more times
she is going to see
the ocean of candles burning behind the shut eyes
the silky pillows next to the fireplace of her home
how many more times she must pretend to see the light
that doesn’t exists
except in a reflection of the imaginary glass
Warmth never real love constantly untouchable
Her wings are widespread yet frozen
she embraces only emptiness over and over with no end
while her whole world dwells so painfully far away
gone
forgotten in the distant realm of darkness

***
© Eclipse 2008 – 2011

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4 comments on “*Gone*

  1. Sue Dreamwalker
    February 8, 2011

    I have to agree with Doug… That particular quote weaves its own magical illusion as you conjour the broken glass to rise up from the Floor… It creates its own scene within the mind of a nightmare to be played over and over with no escape.. For you cannot escape the cage where the hearts beat is trapped, and where the candle flame burns cold.. and the Darkness envelopes the mind.
    A beautiful piece of writting Eclipse ~Dreamwalker x

  2. Rosemary Monteith
    February 8, 2011

    Beautiful, and very sad Eclipse

  3. eclipseofthemoon
    February 8, 2011

    Thank you Doug

  4. douginator
    February 8, 2011

    “See the pieces of one broken mirror
    how they rise up from the floor
    to be gathered one more time
    while the night still young weaves a vision inside the mirror’s eye”

    FUCKING BRILLIANT!

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