The MoonLight Chalice

On the eve of my twenty-first year, be warned, ye of closest heart: Your offerings of drink and merriment will reveal truths that you must first be prepared to hear. I will dance at ease, and my violent flames shall lap at the sky. I will speak bluntly.

I am Self. I am One. I am Whole.
I am Darkness. I am Void. I am a hole.

Into the vase, the Pandora's box of blue
Where I slowly remind myself of the way they see you
I don't believe a word they say, but such ways they affect me these days!
I ought not listen, I ought not care, for I know that you're there
Smiling from far beyond the pain, you know that with the stormy rain
You are reaching, reaching, reaching for Me... Yes, that's it
The way I reach for you... Our origins are not this Box of Blue
But the world, the present, tied in Life's bow
We bow with grace, our heads no longer low
Our hands clasp as One, We are the same
You and I share a common name
One made beyond the titles
One that exists beyond gods and false idols
I speak of us, Unison, Harmony
The Lovers of Joy we must be
I find you again in many places
Speaking different tongues in many faces
I wonder of why you make it so
But then it is My Life I sew
I'm the one casting
I'm she mastering
The Art of Life
Not anyone else.
I am Whole without. I can Be without. I choose you.
I want your respect. I want your attention.
I'll make it worthwhile, I'll send you a good direction.
Trust in Me, He who believes in You.
They say I can't, I must let go.
Your heart lies Elsewhere?
Shocked and horrified, They cry for me.
Their demons controlled, they fight for me.
And yet their hands twitch not a finger
They give their thoughts and let them linger.
I am She, I am The, I am Whole.
I will not remain an endless hole.
You cannot drown me in this flight
I will not be severed from the Light.
I must Be, I am Thee, She who ought be Me.
Understand, or stand under. Either way you choose.


Close, but not quite there. It's within my grasp, but it's so far away. Do I stretch my arms to meet it? Or do I take my time, take what I have and go with it? For to stretch my arms I must first make them limber, to take my time I must gain understanding of my situation and accept it. I only slow time for three people: Me, You and Us. Perhaps a few others as well, but not nearly as much. I beg for this Light, from my Self and from my World. The stone Tower moving its foundations, uprooting the ancient stones as if he were a tree, stops in his tracks to gaze at me. And in that moment our hearts are the same, for though we fight, we're not insane. We do not fight each other, we accept the past and love forever. We work and grow, our vines intertwine. Flowers anew spawn so Divine. Our thorns are sharpest to those who'd deny that I'm in Asgard, you in Aellanlie. When we meet, our worlds grow anew. Blossoms of me and birds of you. Together we are the Phoenix Rising, and yet we are just that as One. The Tower is no longer rigid, and flowers enchant the Path with splendor and delight. No longer do the candles deny delight. I am centered, I am One. You are thus when we are together. Thus we are One, despite all else. I hold your hand in the dark and together Create Light. We are Day when anyone else is Night. The magic is growing, I sense it within Me. I know you feel it too, I see it so plainly. Regardless of what anyone says, we don't need them. We are One, as I am One, as You are One, We are the Same.

Author's Note

Think of this poem as a train of thought. Imagine a brain that thinks in poetry, and struggles with speech patterns in social situations. With this mindset, enjoy.