![]() Canceled ContractA Poem by Marianne Rose![]() A spiritual journey![]()
The windchimes fall silent in the chill of the morn,
remnants of violent dreams cause them to mourn. The hush of near dawnlight has muted each bird, suspended a dark night with one single word. "Sleep", the voice whispers, "and do not awake". Joy quickly withers inside each heartbreak. Seductive and charming, the voice casts a spell: The tone so disarming, a sound I know well. In silence it conjures a stream of the past with no time to ponder, it moves by so fast. My mind is enraptured, my body lies still; The sunrise is captured by his iron will. I silence alarms and watch the film play, not taking up arms to fight for the day. The dawn comes to spite him, no warmth do I feel, the rays remain too dim to cancel the deal. The birds call to wake me from paralyzed sleep, I cannot shake free of the lies of the deep. Caught between planes of darkness and light, two kingly reigns, one lifetime fight. I still the projector, remember the call, of angel defector from the time of his fall. But no spell can steal me from who I've become, I rise to be free and know where I've come from. Another word voices the call to awake; I break with past choices to heal this heartache. Now into an age of suffering and fear I bring forth the sage and sweep this life clear. The contract is broken, the shadows depart. One true word spoken paints a new work of art. © 2016 Marianne RoseAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthor![]() Marianne RoseSanta Rosa, CAAboutRecently retired from a Community College as an Employment Advisor and Program Developer - such inspiring, hopeful work. The dreams and hopes born out of loss and confusion stimulate the writer in me... more..Writing
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