Majesta - Poem

in #poetry7 years ago

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She sings her sad song in the mists of the rain
Her voice flows with the grace of the ages
Who is she?
Majesta
She is all and one
She is heard and never seen
Her wisdom reigns supreme
She comes by night and rests by day
Always in the space between

How many have heard her song with lilting shards of days gone wrong?

The absence of the silent echo rings loud within the vast chambers of her essence

How can the story ever be told behind the constant veil of endless chatter?

To that which she decides her flight in to the abyss of shattered night

It seems the whole cannot be one when shrouded in the hearts of none

To the ends it begins when all were none to start again as one to one

Is there a place within the soul for one as scrambled as the whole?

Memories run amok in tatters of things like burdocks and shattered flowers

To the winds they blow and scatter after leaves are plucked and love doesn't matter

The eyes come open under water and dash for light until the wave breaks at her

Gasping for air as she returns to a world of pain and hurt and gloom

Over and over she tries to shine while darkness fades and turns to matter

She awakes to find her story told with none remaining to tame the fold