A Mystery of Mysteries
From my Raven Collection
A mystery of mysteries
this old life given to me
why do I fight the foe?
within these veins that be?
once upon a time
I was a glass of champagne
now I see my reflection
and all I see are stains?
a mystery of mysteries
this old life given to me
what's it all about?
I hear my lonely soul cry and plea
broken by the ocean?
or the falling branch of a tree?
pushed over by the wind?
or drowning in the sea?
if we are all just a ship
passing through the night
then why do some get to sail
landing on shore in new light?
others get to sink
never knowing sunshine bright?
the soul is a power?
a uniqueness that every human owns?
so maybe just maybe
sometimes our souls can be our foe?
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Comments
Some excellent lines in this Shirley. A poem of reflection... regret maybe and of everything broken that makes us so human.
' once upon a time
I was a glass of champagne
now I see my reflection
and all I see are stains?'
so very very human x
Thank you dearest Marion, we wouldn't have souls if we didn't reflect, ps I still see the champagne in me, I just love to use my muse and my mind to see how far it can go ❤️ 🌹