Tag: inspiration

03/11/19

~ Layla ~ Leave a comment 
 You see 
 
 You were the spark
 You were the scent
 You were the silk
 
 In my words.
 
 From an acorn came a tale.
 From a tale came a story.
 From a story came an oak.
 
 Under its shade,
 
 I found peace.
 I found solace
 I found another spark,
 
 Can you feel these deep roots?
 Can you feel this thick bark?
 Can you feel this rich foliage?
 
 It is not you doing.
 It is not your gift.
 It is not yours.
 
 Those are my words.
 Those are my stories.
 Those are my songs.
 
 This is my oak tree.
 Mine.
 
 After you left,
 
 It was my shelter
 It was my home.
 It was my ladder.
 
 It led me to other stories
 It led me to other discoveries.
 It led me back home.
 
 To my Creator.
 
 You were but a breeze
 You were but a gust of wind.
 You were but a breath.
 
 Long ago,
 Long gone.
 Gone.
 
 Thank God.
 
 Your roots didn’t go deep enough.
 Your arms were not strong enough.
 Your heart was not wild enough.
 
 To follow mine
 
 Through the waves
 Through the crags
 Through the vales.
 
 You didn’t even try.
 
 I must
 
 Face the well.
 Face the pond.
 Face the mirror
 
 And see what truly is here.
 
 The stars,
 The ebb,
 Myself.
 
 Alone.
 
 Flesh, blood and alone.
 Heart, lungs and alone.
 Soul, dreams and alone.
 
 Alone.
 
 Not quite, not quite. 
 
 There’s a thrill from that branch,
 There’s a flutter from within me,
 There’s a breath from far beyond.
 
 I am never truly alone.
 
 The finches on that branch,
 The robin in my heart,
 The bird of paradise in the horizon,
 
 Simurgh
 
 That calls me through the path
 That calls me through the marshes
 That call me through the mists
 
 Back home.
 
 Home, where is home?
 
 To the endlessly wandering soul
 To the utterly lost wild woman,
 To the irresistibly inspired poet
 
 Home is the Source and the Destination,
 Home is the ever twisting clearway.
 Home is the forest of inspiration.
 
 That glowing window,
 That warm alcove,
 That gentle aroma.
 
 You will never see it.
 and I will never see you again.
 
 Keep the golden blessings,
 Keep the copper feelings,
 Keep the silver yearnings.
 
 Kindly
 Peacefully
 Absolutely.
 
 As I retreat back 
 
 To my Refuge.
 To my Source.
 To my Light.
 
 To return to the world,
 
 With a brighter plumage,
 With more colors in my feathers,
 With a sweeter and deeper song.
 
 In a wild and enchanted forest,
 On a solid oak treel,
 On a gentle twig,
 
 Far far away from you.

02/11/19

~ Layla ~ Leave a comment 
 Is it autumn or is it me?
 Is it november or is it you?
 Is it the storm or is it my soul?
 
 I can’t remember my name.
 I can’t remember my destination.
 I can’t remember my home.
 
 Grey walls,
 Dusty windows,
 Dark wooden doors.
 
 Where is the glowing hearth?
 Where is the glimmering candle?
 Where is the glittering song?

 Birds chirp against the wind.
 
 The sparrow and his brothers.
 The robin and her brood.
 The great tit and his clan.
 
 Some will leave.
 Some will stray.
 Some will remain.
 
 Up, up on the branches.
 Far, far in the horizon.
 Deep, deep in the forest.
 
 Leaving me to my shrubs,
 Leaving me to my doorstep,
 Leaving me to my hearth.
 
 Without a song….

 To lull me.
 To wake me.
 To light me up.
 
 Like the matches the little girl wasted.
 
 My fingers are twisted in pain,
 My head is full of decaying leaves.
 My legs are heavier than stones
 
 So heavy,
 So heavy
 I could sink to the bottom of
 
 The pond.
 The lake
 The ocean.
 
 Will I rise again like the skeleton lady?
 Will I rise again like foamy waves?
 Will I rise again like a phoenix?
 
 It doesn’t matter if I’m too tangled for love.
 It doesn’t mater if I’m a prisoner of this cycle.
 It doesn’t mater if I became ashes to come back.

 The dull pain,
 The weighty loneliness,
 The never-ending labyrinth

 Nothing matters as long as I have
 
 My wits
 My wings 
 My words.
 
 If I can write a line.
 If I can weave a tale. 
 If I can stitch up another life. 
 
 It is all worth it.
 
 Dear,
 
 Don’t wait in the forgotten street.
 Don’t wait in the never-ending night.
 Don’t wait in the pouring rain. 

 I am not here. 
 I never was. 
 
 You saw a star in the distance.
 You saw a glimmer in the distance.
 You saw a shadow in the distance.
 
 And you chased it all the way down here.
 
 Mistaking me for your destiny.
 Mistaking me for your last hope.
 Mistaking me for the answer to your prayers.
 
 But I am only a woman.
 
 Chasing her own star.
 Chasing her own destiny.
 Chasing her own hope.
 
 I have nothing to give anymore.
 
 But,
 
 Tatters.
 Tears
 And tales.
 
 I gather 
 
 Dewdrops
 Drops of anguish
 Droplets of hope.
 
 And I drink deep.

 Like the trees after a draught.
 Like an athlete after a feat.
 Like a child after a long day.
 
 Does it show in my eyes ?
 Does it show in my fingertips ?
 Doest it show in my stories?
 
 The hope I try to sow.
 The hope I try to grow.
 The hope I try to flourish
 
 Within me?
 
 Was it this gleam
 Was it this melody
 Was it this sigh
 
 That brought you here?
 
 Take it,
 
 The petals of inspiration,
 The shimmer of creation,
 The echoes of my poems,

 Take it.
 
 But let my sail 
 But let my song
 But let my soul
 
 Roving and free.
 Roaming and free.
 Rambling and free.
 
 Free.