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Friday, March 19th 2004
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Friday, March 19th 2004
I Could See Your Eyes
Entrapped in our own egos
Our dreams swirl inside our needs
Our fears, our hopes.
Where is sanctuary in that secret chaos?
Perhaps we have met in the Orpheus plane,
Traversing hidden, dark, odious waters.
Have you sung me sweet songs to ease my brow?
Where are the nodding blossoms of life?
Murmur softly so the time quickly passes.
Where did that gentle caress touch you?
Your slumbers are so deep you feel nothing.
I know you were near, I could see your eyes.
Marissa A Spencer
© March 19, 2004 More >
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Friday, March 12th 2004
Return to the Sun
Waiting for the warm sun upon my eyelids.
That peaceful immobility of timeless moments
Has it been that long since it was basking time?
If you were here, I would see only summer.
If only…such lost, lonely, pitiful words.
Return to the sun, return to the fiery stars.
Where is the promised valley of green rivers?
It is so cold here, so cold, so impersonal.
Are you out there, waiting for our reunion?
Mind the calderas. Guard the steaming waters.
Wait for me.
I shall not be too long.
When compared with eternity.
Marissa A Spencer
© February 15, 2004 More >
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 Tuesday, March 9th 2004
Faeries of the Cosmic Mist
By Marissa A Spencer
The dark night of whirling dreams,
Spheres of wonder come into sight.
Rise in the solemn silence, bare of any schemes,
Twirling globes of grace and light.
Between life and emptiness,
Wings of beings gaily whirl.
Faeries of the cosmic mist: beauteous and ageless,
Dance with sparkling wings unfurl.
Play tag with floating orbs of gold
Now take the quasars for a ride.
Traveling in the endless space, watching life unfold.
The comets tail a childhood slide.
When light shines into your eyes,
Once again you rest on earth.
Slumbers children nestle, amid quiet sighs.
You have witnessed spirit’s birth.
© September 10, 2003 More >
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 Monday, March 8th 2004
If I Could Find You
It comes in hushed, whispered breaths.
See the turnings of the spirit flounder,
and twist and beseech the unseen.
Is it the lives or the deaths,
that makes the sanity founder?
You discover you stand between.
No world in purity is solely yours.
Glimpses of other whens and wheres
take you to other tomorrows.
As you pass by endless glass doors,
and gaze up at ever spiraling stairs.
In the light you cast down your sorrows.
There is a yesterday to visit today.
A familiar face is seen in every door.
How did you get from then to when?
That whispering again, what does it say?
Now that whisper becomes a roar.
We are together briefly once again.
Sweet partings and joinings in flashes,
Memories are lost in the fading light.
Where are you in this time I live?
The focus, the dream now crashes,
no more sparks are left to ignite.
If I could find you…
how much would I give?
Marissa A. Spencer
© September 26, 2002 More >
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Saturday, February 28th 2004
The Waiting Play
The silent darkness hides a silver light
Supplicant steps to evening prayer
Voices rise and fall in soft cadence step
Figures glide down the path at night
Arise oh moon to light the gentle way
For candles flicker in the erratic breeze
Bring no doubt to the sacred stones
To disempower the waiting play
Universe brings forth thy power
Each creature of the world is one
Nurtured in the earth, wind and fire
To incubate in Phoenix’ bower.
Marissa A Spencer
© June 5, 2003 More >
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 Saturday, February 28th 2004
On the Sands Of Zanzibar
On the sands of Zanzibar
Grab a camel, leave the car
Sail on the winds of monsoon time
Eat coconut with the clove and lime
On the sands of Zanzibar
The Genie in the Sultan’s lair
Dwells in a lamp hidden there
Rub him right and he explodes
Trailing smoke into heaven, he goes
Where the azure waters ebb and flow
Long ago Egyptian maidens would go
With white beach’s surf lapping at their toes
Wondering if there are men in the mangroves
In the air the spice aroma lingers
Tickling your skin with slinky fingers
Distant ships wave a farewell hand
Tortoise winks on the gritty sand
On the sands of Zanzibar
Marissa A Spencer
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June 15, 2003 More >
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 Monday, February 16th 2004
http://www.tartans.com/mesgboard/viewtopic.php?t=3529 it is illustrated a bit here online.. or you can read it here.
The Calaman Stone
I wandered along a wooded lane
My mind empty of all but the crunch of leaves
And the scurry of creatures by the path
There came a whisper through the naked trees.
“It is I. Can you see me? Can you feel me?”
Truly I was imagining this soughing voice.
“Where are you?” I whispered, looking here and there.
“I am very near, very, very near.”
I felt a warm, soft feathery caress
Touching my cold, wind-sore face.
My heart bloomed within me
The fire inside scorching my chest
My feet took me to an ill-used path
That disappeared into a dark wood
Huge stones lined the lonely lane
And the wind whipped my thin coat
“Find me, find me.” The whispers beckon.
A silver shard of light cut into my eyes.
It limned a slight figure fluttering before me.
“There you are.” I thought aloud.
Seeming as if made of snowflakes.
She sparkled and shimmered, her eyes like ice
And appeared to change in feature and form
Whenever she moved or spoke.
I felt her hand in mine and it felt ethereal
It was almost if I took my eyes off her
She would disappear into the mist
Smiling she led me into the blue-white light
The sudden change to warmth left me blinking
In an instant springtime was around me
She changed to a faerie of verdant green
Her eyes now deep forest brown
She led me yet further and I saw the great waters
The streams, and falls and meandering rivers
The impossible green-ness of it all made me weep
“How is this possible?” I asked.
“Anything is possible.” I heard her whisper in my mind.
“There is more.” Then the world around spun into a blur.
Everything was blue, blue-green. I felt sand under my feet.
A water world was the next domain to see.
“I need you to find something for me.” She gazed at me.
“What? What power do I possess that you do not?”
“More than you know, kind Sir.” Her sad eyes now blue.
“I am trapped here, only your spirit is with me.”
“I cannot dwell with my kind, for I am a prisoner.”
I knew her eyes would be weeping, in spite of the water.
“Tell me what to do.” My own fate rested with this quest.
“You must find the Calaman stone, I am trapped within.”
“Where will I find this stone and what does it look like?”
“Look within to find the way, blue it is where it lay.
Before moonrise, or I shall die. Break it on the sacred eye”
She set a shell into my hand, and she was gone.
I stood where I had been, along the path alone.
For surely I had dreamed it all, in my own mind.
I felt an object in my hand, the shell I was given.
I knew then I had to search, for her faerie prison.
That night I dreamt wild, disturbing things
Weeping filled my ears, bringing my own tears
Sitting up suddenly, I saw a small blue light
I shook my head to clear it and the light was gone.
Hastily donning my clothes I went into the night.
The pounding of my heart, led me in desperation.
I ran to the woods to where she had led me.
No light led my way, but I remembered.
The crevice between the stones led to a cave.
The blackness was palpable and moistly clinging
I slipped and found myself in a deep water filled pool
It was freezing and I could barely move.
I saw down below me a faint blue glow.
Diving down to see it, I reached out my hand.
A hard object now glowed in my hand.
It was warm, in spite of the frigid water.
My lungs about to burst I hoped I was rising
Miraculously my lungs again could breathe.
Stone in my pocket I slowly arose from the pool
I fell to my face and slept, numb to the core.
Morning dawned, small edge of light into the cave
Stiffly rising, I stood shakily and went to the light
The red dawn mocked me in its faint promise of warmth
My wet clothes almost froze me as I stood.
I found a flat rock to sit on and took the stone out
It glimmered faintly, blue flashes here and there
I held it up to my eyes, and there she was.
Frozen, as if in mid-scream, my faerie lass.
How was I to free her? I had to act soon.
For it was to be a morning moon this day.
A sacred eye; where could that be?
I wilted ‘neath my frantic fears that filled me.
I walked back through the now wintry woods
Softly reddened by the sun, there a ring of tall black stones
An unknown place before this morn, they hulked around me
I gazed at them, watching the early mists dissipate slowly
Walking around them I muttered to myself
A voice in me shouted, “Stop!”
I gazed up at the stone beside me, and saw a face.
Carved faintly, ominous and unearthly
The eyes were but depressions in the stone
Sacred eye, sacred eye…I took the Calaman out
I heard soft drumming, chanting, and I threw the stone
The Calaman stone broke into blue-fired shards
The ground began to shake and I fell onto my back
I remember no more, as I fell into a deep, black sleep
Awakening, found me back in my bed.
My wet clothes and muddy shoes beside my bedside
Out the window I could see the rising moon.
I went back to sleep, and dreamt of fairyland
My fair blue maiden was dancing with her faerie folk
She smiled at me and kissed me, and then she was gone.
I wander those lonely paths most every morn
A sentimental hope I suppose of a lonely heart
For what mortal can surpass in hope and love
The magic that dwells within us all.
Marissa A Spencer
©January 11, 2004 More >
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Monday, February 16th 2004
Winter’s Arabesque
The frigid waste ran endless into the starry sky
Twinkling lights to wait in turn to counterpoint the night
Elvin singing in windblown whispers drift ‘cross the ice
“Come dance the winter’s arabesque, come dance the winter’s waltz.”
Dizzying the mind with merriment and giddy celebration
Spiraling balls of colored lightning came across the hills
Around the cottages and across the frozen fence posts
Through silver edged streams and sparking meadows
Giggling faerie voices tinkling on the blue wind
“Come dance! Come dance! One chance, come dance!”
Meadow brightens with glowing figures swaying gracefully
As movements flow from sparkling maidens and lithesome lads
Dancing on this starry moonlit night to magic’s own music
Mistletoe in flowing tress, e’ergreen boughs strewn on the frost
Quickened feet to meet the tempo, disappear into the night
Sleeper wakes as the last gaily song is o’er and morn has dawned
No less amazed at dreams that haunt the early hour
Daring dreams less spoke the better, midst the day’s reality
Bundling up for celestial walking upon the white drifts
Finding delicate footprints in empty meadow fair
Wind in sighing echo, a gentle chill across the cheek
“Come dance… come dance…come dance…come dance.”
As laughter ripples through the leafless trees
And light spins about in dizzying confusion
Awakened one runs to fire and safe haven’s hearth.
Marissa A Spencer
© December 30, 2001 More >
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 Monday, February 16th 2004
Phoenix Rising
By Marissa A Spencer
©February 12, 2003
From the ashes of a fallen angels tears,
Rises the Phoenix from the blackened soot of despair.
Reborn with the sun each emerging day
To scorch the sky in flaming embers
Thus, love is found again in the silent dawning
The frigid swirling waters that rain lost hope
In their icy spires will take not the last breath
For while there is a beating heart
There will be a rising, glowing heat
Where will secret tragedy reign then?
That flaming siren of the morning
Soars the earth sending illumination
For will there be blindness from the light?
Or ignorance in the tangible blackness?
Let the heart decide and leave the mind behind. More >
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 Monday, February 16th 2004
By Marissa A Spencer
Drifting on the wind-tossed sea
I spied a distant mountain
My puny efforts were for naught
To reach that vale and fountain
Darkness came upon the waves
My ship amid a starless night
No holding aloft torch or flame
Could summon forth hope or light
Yet, on an inner, whispered breeze
A cry came from the lonely bank
My drifting ship turned to seek
Safe harbor from the cold and dank
The hulking isle in darkness lay
Too cold and dark to search at all
The memory of your sweet voice
Was ne’er else than a Sirens’ call.
Moored against the stalwart rocks
The tides mark the passing days
No longer drifting, now marooned,
E’er longing for my lover’s face.
© April 16, 2003 More >
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 Sunday, February 15th 2004
Brodgar's Ring
The moon above like hooded eye,
Doth gaze from darkly shrouded sky,
Like sated lover's resting face,
The stones aglow in light's embrace.
'Neath scrolling stars the earth doth sigh
As winged creature's banshee cry.
Daytime leaving naught but traces,
Moonlight illumines hidden places.
Mystic lights 'round Brodgar's Ring,
The faeries come to dance and sing.
Partaking of sweet nectar's boon,
As icy mist forms 'round the moon.
Tiny dancers spin to and fro
Sparkling 'neath the evening glow
Mortal's eyes have never seen
The elfin prince nor faerie queen
She'd dreamt of faeries in her sleep
They beckoned her from slumbers deep
Through the dark the lass wanders near,
Her curiosity transcending fear
She sees the distant leaping lights
And wants to see magic's delights
She nears the stones that loom around
And hears sounds drift from the ground
The place transforms before her eyes
To a sunny place with glowing skies
Colors too bright for rock or flower
Gem filled streets and crystal tower
Trembling in wonder she looks 'round a stone
They turn and see that she is alone
Suddenly shrinking to their actual size
She stands before him, so handsome and wise
He holds out his hands and begs her to dance
Taking his hand with a shy little glance
Dancing so giddy in his warm embrace
She never wants to leave this place
Merriment flows with laughter and singing
Drink was abundant, the music was ringing
Partaking the wine and the happiness there
So lost in the rapture she had not a care
So dizzy she sat and watched them all gladly
Jumping and bounding about almost madly
They toasted her, and praised her great beauty
All her fine graces of goodness and duty
The told her they loved her and kissed her brow fair
And gently brushed and caressed her light hair
Singing so softly she felt herself drifting
Like weightless clouds floating and lifting
Suddenly feeling the cold roughened stone
She woke up to find she was completely alone
Gone in a twinkling and magical shift
Gone to the twilight's ethereal drift
Left to be sung and whispered at night
Ne'er to be told in the brightness of light
She wanders the stones in search of her love
While the moon and the stars mock her above.
Neither man nor woman can comprehend,
How the threads between the worlds do wend.
Marissa A Spencer
(c) May 3, 1999
revised April 1, 2002 More >
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