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Women and children

WOMEN AND CHILDREN Angels magically performing miracles In spiralling circles of hope, Atop the ceremonial seas of destiny Prevail upon the tides of time. A multi-coloured rainbow Pulsates against a mist covered sky. Twilight and sleep conjure dreams Of a golden hued city Flanked by ancient warriors standing guard. Gleaming in eternity’s mirror, White robed sages and shamans Encased in golden auras Elusively flow and ebb Through the twinkle of stars And the scriptures of heaven. Returning and changing their shapes, This feminine caucus rises like a laureate spell Enshrouded in a glorious cause. Women and children pray to the angels “Leave these men alone. Do not trifle with their souls.” Pentecostal aftermaths rain down From the beads of wet on heaven’s brow, From the corners’ of her weary eyes And dedicate themselves to annihilation Of hellish atrocities and hidden blasphemies. Ghost and aging philosophers Declining pride and insolence Have tasted of the eternal flame of knowledge. Prudence steps aside willingly, forcibly For the sake of a moment’s everlasting joy. Unable to grasp the true gifts of love They shall never surrender Their crowns of indifference and thorns To speculation, risk or chance. Familiar with meat and drink Flesh and blood They enlist their saviours and angels To battle the deadly sins. Women and children pray to the angels. “Leave these men alone. Do not trifle with their souls” Vengeance serves its own needs Parading through disguises That none may truly know her. Passion put asunder Claws at the steamy window pane, A cat scratching for sustenance Eking out a frantic desperation Shrieking talons Against a glass shorn world. Eyes that have witnessed Too many luke-warm altars Search for Gods in vain Be they heavenly or earthbound. Blood congeals on the written word That dissolves in acid teardrops As the women and children weep For the forgotten rainbows And disappearing skies. Midnights come and midnights go Stabbing the days with an ebony stiletto Seams of a dark navy skirt splitting open Over a shot silk evanescent slip Dawn and dew dissolving Only an embrace away. Deeds and gifts are not one in the same. Connected as they may appear to be They have separate luminosities Separate densities; An obscure separation of identities. Fresh water streams gorging their niche Through scarred mountain trails Still alive with the breath of the ancients Adrift and ablaze in their own eternities. These things are spoken of softly And whispered through death’s chilled lips. Women and children pray to the angels “Leave these men alone. Do not trifle with their souls.” Promises made but never heard Questions locked in the ears of hell. Satyrs galloping through a herd of unicorns, Thorns in a lion’s paw, Luck and the devil reigning supreme Over the land of the lost and forgotten. Seas churn with strife Destroying the fabric of life. Spirits and entities lacerate their wrists Spilling crimson blood To sear each other’s wounds Trying on each other’s soul Uncomfortable with the sizes That don’t quite fit. Pain and torture, real as they may seem Chafed with coals and raw with diamonds Are only feelings of the flesh. Kingdoms have crumbled Seasons have stumbled Under the tears Of these women and children, Inside the prayers Of these mothers and virgins; And still these men do not understand The source, the reason for their sanctuary. Women and children still pray to the angels. “Leave these men alone. Do not trifle with their souls.” Angels magically performing miracles In spiralling circles of hope Atop the ceremonial seas of destiny In another time and space Elude, evade, and remain hidden from These pious women and children. Prayers vanish in lost horizons Fading ink blots in a fog encrusted valley. Illusions manifest in smooth satin sheaths. Gleaming sabres in a shot silk sky Peering through the eye of midnight. People and shadows passing through hands That sift the sands of time. Their presence never registered They float as spirits on high Delving and diving through the eyes Of a thousand living needles. Hands and hearts Riddled with bloodstains Enmbedded, Indelibly etched In the fabric of their soul, These men have given their best, Tasted the fruits of victory And worn the wounds of defeat. Commanding hope, Seeking asylum, Women and children speak Through the souls of these men. Leave their words alone. Do not trifle with their thoughts. Women and children, Angels and prayers, The keepers of the keys To the stars, To eternity.