Lux Et Umbra Poem by Ann Mckeeman

Lux Et Umbra



WHO ARE YOU?

(i am me, i am who i am, i am she)
(i am a name which shall not be named)


WHERE WILL YOU GO?


(i will go where i will, i will go where i am called, i will go where i am needed)
(i will go where the path leads)


WHAT WILL YOU DO THERE?

(i will do as i will, i will seek the Light for illumination, i will learn)
(i will seek the supernal truth)


WHAT WILL YOU DO WITH WHAT YOU FIND?

(i will do as i will, i will seek to become a bridge, i will return with the Light for others)
(i will become a bridge, bringing the light of the supernal truth for the greater good of all)


YOU MAY PASS...

{ and then with the tall one beside me..steps calm
I find I am once again in the shadowed halls...

the voices begin-
'how come you here'
'what is this one? '
'what business does this one have here? '

..and whispering softly..incredulous tones
like scratching sticks against old stones

then he is there..from no where. everywhere. he is.

skin like the night
visage twisted into shapes unknown to my eyes, but
not to my heart...'friend'- speaks my spirit.

They see each other, with no exchanged glance- the tall one and my old friend

'I will return for you'
(not spoken but it comes from the tall one..and it reverberates within my psyche)


as my gaze encompasses his inky skin my spirit is relieved
'i know you..'
'Yes.'

'it has been so very long..'
'Yes.'

(the subtle undercurrent of voices grows..
'you left'
'you went '
'how come you back here'

and I see my leaving-
my choosing..for my self..for the all

walking slowly each step a devotion
and as I went, clawed fingers extended to pluck silently
the night slicked feathers from my back
each as a heart beat, a memento

until finally..at last..naked flesh
and only the echo of the melody that once was.

' we did not ask'
'we did not want'
'how come you here? '


He looks at me, a question.
An offered hand..

Time disappears into caverns with no names

Then , the tall one has returned.
- for a breath, my friend lingers as the tall one waits

within this pulse I exist knowing every inch of myself

then my hand is no longer holding the night, but clasps the rising sun..) }

And I return to the madness of the dream of life...

Saturday, January 31, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: metaphysical
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Suburban Lovechild 31 January 2015

Great write. Love my madness, thanks for making it more tolerable, great imagery. Please check out my poems too, I'd appreciate it.

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