Alèe!

My breath is quite intense and raw, I shout, I scream; Alèe!
This was not how it was supposed to go, my Dear Alèe!
Oh God, what dreadful, vile disaster!
My one and Only; Dearest Master!
Lying there with eyes all clear
but pale, these dark membranes
do no more reflect those thoughts
of wisdom once conveyed.

What now, what now, what now?! I scream: what more is now to come?
all of the things we fought for – in a blink of eye is gone!
Oh God, he’s lifeless, Dearest Master!
Our work is silenced – vile disaster!
All we worked for, all we did
for Earth, for our future worth
this was answers to us all
but now it lies in dirt.

Alèe! Alèe! My Dear Alèe! I shout, I scream, I cry:
How could they break their savior’s jar! I sob, I weep, I wry.
My Dearest Master! Dearest Soul Friend!
How could this day be our tragic end!
While humans dance for freedom
a broken heart remarks
they’ve only ruined for themselves!
They’ve killed their inner sparks!

 

My very first Elegy inspired by Walt Whitman’s

“O Captain! My Captain! “

Attention will Heal.

Undefined spots
ache
of ignorance
and will heal
when attention
is there.

The Holy Art of Sorrow.

Your sorrow is so deep,
all infinite, and steep,
your tears are guiding way
through hardest of your days.

Your Heart became a hole,
like this hardest, blackest coal,
and your feelings went inside,
yes, you crawled back there to hide.

The Universe went dark,
so you lost your Holy Spark,
cause your Day went down to Night,
and you did not care to fight.

The Darkness was all there,
yes it filled you everywhere,
it was all you now believed,
what your senses all perceived.

You did not care to stay,
so you lost your Highest Way,
nor you`d recognize the Spark,
only floating in the Dark.

But everyone needs time,
for the Mountain up to climb,
and defying all the Heights,
just to get the Newest Sight.

Maybe answers aren`t there,
and there`s questions you must bear,
But these feelings in your Heart,
may draw out a brand new Chart.

And this Way is made of Stars,
Shining down on all your scars,
so that you may learn to See,
how to be Completely Free.

But the Road is long and hard,
cause you make yourself this guard,
and it`s task is to protect,
how it does? It disconnects.

When afraid you feel alone;
only useless and unknown,
but the clue is to connect,
with your love and self respect.

Then you feel; we are all there,
everyday, and everywhere,
and you`ll never be alone,
you are One of Cosmos` Tones.

And the Sorrow that you feel,
will need Years, and Lives to Heal,
but the Gift that you will get,
is your Heart`s Hight Intellect.

Where you`r darkest and most sore,
there, the key is to your Core,
to the pathway from Above,
which will Teach you Honest Love.

And your feelings are all there,
so you learn how you should care,
for yourself, and for your Heart;
Yes! That is The Holy Art.