The Riverside

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“Down by the water the riverbed
Somebody calls you somebody says
Swim with the current and float away
Down by the river everyday

Oh my God I see how everything is torn in the river deep
And I don’t know why I go the way
Down by the riverside”

Lovely darkness presses against his window
Gently, silken tendrils float toward him
As he thrashes once…
Twice
Then lightning flashes and
Darkness holds her breath as together
They are pulled into a dream
Or vision
They swirl with the wind
Toys in its palm
Through a veil of midnight

And then…

White skin glistens before his eyes
Darkness walks on ahead
Clothed only with the moonlight
That pools on her glowing skin
And a crown of stars at her brow
Sending glistening sparks
Through long fiery hair

Slowly… she glides
Fingers trailing the rough bark
Of the evergreen trees
Her scent like a mountain breeze
Cool and wild
Sweet and frightening

A sound like thunder is rolling
And crashing ahead
A glance over her shoulder
And their eyes meet
He steps back at the green fire
Inside those eyes
Fire that pierces his core
Knows his depths
And does not find him lacking
“Come with me and witness my rebirth”

Suddenly, the thunder is before them
In the form of massive water falls
That stretch up into the clouds
The water roars as it crashes down
Onto the rocks
And a river rushes from it

Darkness continues forward
Pausing only at his gasp behind her
“No! You will be torn apart!”
The embers of her eyes
Flash to his again
Giving no answer but a small smile
And a slight wave of her fingers
Freezing him in place

With slow reverence she steps
Onto a path of glowing stones
Leading to those monstrous falls
Her arms raised in supplication
He thrashes as her fingers reach
And finally touch the water
Then pauses as her joyful laughter
Rings through him,
And truly begins to watch

Darkness she had been
Beautiful as a Lily
deadly as night shade
He watches as, indeed,
She crumples beneath the rush
Watches as darkness begins to crack
Sundering then melting away

The water is washing
Purifying
Every single dark splotch
That he’d never noticed before now
Never understood that as she moved
Through the world
She took on the darkness of others
Cleansing them
Just as the water now cleansed her

Blinding light erupts
from her open mouth and eyes
Tears stream down his cheeks
At the sight of her brilliance
Ivory wings erupt from the falls
And there’s a piercing cry
As the great white falcon
Leaps into the sky.
-LM Jones

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The Loudness of Silence

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When I find myself
In the midst of your silence
And my soul screams for reply
I will not feel abandoned
But remember the words
You’ve already spoken
Over my life.
In the barren places
Inside these dry bones
I will choose praise
I’ll sing of your mercies…
And rest in your grace
Just as the breath of your words
Caused the earth to unfurl
I will speak of your promises
And create my own worlds.
-LM Jones

Reboot

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Time to learn to say no to myself again
To…
Renew and energize
Nothing but living nutrients consumed
My stomach is empty and protesting
Ah, but I can feel my soul begin to flow
Into abundance again
New lights flipped on
As old ones are made dark
I can feel my DNA switching…
Reprogramming
Nothing worthy comes without sacrifice
So this drink is to me
And here’s to a new year in the sun.
-L.M. Jones

 

 

Hide and Seek

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What will I remember…
About this place?
The long hours
Aching head and feet
So many nameless faces
Secrets I’ve been told
And shared
Fingers in hair?

No…
I will remember
Every single hiding place I found
Dressing rooms
Bathrooms
Back hallways
Stairwells, littered with butts and ashes

I like the stairs most
Secluded enough to hide
Open enough for a breeze
And the occasional sunset
Brings a smile to my face

You might try to find me
When I’m there
but I’m nowhere to be found
I’m millions of miles away
I disappear that moment my eyes
Meet the page.

-LM Jones

A Jumble of Ribbons

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I’m made of a jumble of bright silk ribbons
And somewhere along the way
A ribbon was snagged
Perhaps it was caught by Jupiter
In the vortex of his violent eye
And so, as I move about life
I slowly unwind
I feel the pieces of me
As they fall, scatter and evade
I hesitate to give chase
I won’t be led backwards
I suppose I’ll have to create new silk threads
In which to house my weary soul
But first, tell me
Was that drink made for me?
Do you remember how I love Gatsby?
-LM Jones

Tumble Down These Walls

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“Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.”

Tumble down these walls with me, my dear
Stone by stone, I did place them with care
Protection from monsters I’d learned to fear
Hiding the hurts I could no longer bare

Once, I was a child of light
With red clay stained feet and skinned knees
Twirling in storms, so thrilled by their might
I made my home in the wilds, true friend of the trees

The worn forest paths knew me well
And the limbs of my friends lifted me to the sky
I’d rest in their branches, Cocooned in serenity, like a spell
A soul so light, it could nearly fly

Ah, but life has a way of becoming austere
And the bejeweled flowers turn grey with frost
A laughing golden child learns to fear
And all innocence is lost

And so I built my walls, tall and strong
Without gates through which to pass
My sojourn through solitude grew long
My hands grew soft and my feet forgot the feel of grass

So, tumble down these walls with me, my dear
Let red feet run bright paths through the trees
And have black branches lift us to the stars, past all fear
Come! Let us explore and savor all there is to see!

-LM Jones
Quote: “Mending Wall” by Robert Frost

Little Golden Bird

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Nothing Gold Can Stay

“Who knows? Perhaps the same bird
echoed through both of us
yesterday, separate, in the evening.”

Little bird of gold
Why do you never fly?
How can you sit so bold
With gathering storms in sky?

I’m awaiting the sun
For he never fails to visit me
Very soon he’ll come
Sit and wait, you’ll see

But are the storms worth the light?
My doubt was very plain
Little bird, suffering in my sight
It didn’t seem quite sane

Oh yes! Every moment of the storm is worth his rays
Wait for the clouds to pass, And I’ll sing a song
What’s suffering compared to his warmth upon my face?
He’ll hear my call dear, it shan’t be long

And sure enough she began to sing
The winds and rain did cease
I found a small hope upon which to cling
Oh let the sun come for her, please!

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