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Another in the series of poems I wrote 6 years ago.

http://jeffreyfreeman.me/initiation/

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= Initiation =

There in the living wood,
I found the moon,
and she gave herself to me.

She is mine,
though not to be owned.
Sitting high in the heavens,
radiating her grace for all to love.
Though still all the more mine.

All I knew was emptiness,
knowing of nothing,
blind to my existence.
Never seeing color.
Never seeing white, nor black.

Then,
there in the heavens,
there she hung,
the newborn moon.
Born to an endless darkness,
my world was given contrast.
Where once there was nothing
now lay mysterious shadows,
hinting at distant memories.
Her beauty crisp and clear,
merely a sliver,
a faint whisper,
a hint of her full glory,
yet glowing brightly.

She taught me.
Taught me shapes, lines, form.
Taught me light and dark.
She gave me a world beyond myself.
Gave me a reason to open my eyes.
A reason to be alive.

But her radiance grew,
and the stars themselves did envy her.
Yet she gave of herself freely,
turning envy to love.
So that they did dance,
the stars with the moon,
happily overhead,
for all to see.

And as blissful love shined down,
a pale blue earth was brought to my eyes,
giving my world substance.
Once all that was real hung distantly out of reach,
yet now it surronds me,
giving me purpose,
revealing the depth of my kingdom.

In every crack there I find her,
reminding me she will always be there,
always sharing herself,
always lighting my path,
never letting go.

And though her light may wane,
it is never extinguished.
For all I need do is look to her,
and she will wax full again.

I no longer fear the night,
because the moon is mine.

–Jeffrey Phillips Freeman

@wilw nice to see you on the fediverse. My apologizes for pinging you on twitter to encourage you to come here. If i knew you already had an account here I wouldn't have bothered you. Anyway, just wanted to welcome you and hope you enjoy yourself here! Best regards.

Another in the series of #poems I've been sharing. Like many of the others this was written about 6 years ago.

http://jeffreyfreeman.me/a-part-of-me-forever/

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= A Part of Me =

I am not the person from when first we met.
Back then I was only a seed, not even yet alive.
But watered by your love, you gave me my life.
So that my roots did imbibe you.
So that I did grow,
reaching towards the light,
while drawing you into me,
and you became a part of me.

Every thought of you,
will flutter its way,
from my naval to my heart,
carrying with it,
your intoxicating smile.

All the confidence I show,
will trickle it’s way down,
from my crown to my chest,
suspended within it,
your tender passion.

The very peace I feel,
will stretch it’s warmth out,
from my soul to my body,
glowing through it,
your loving touch.

No matter what may divide us;
I will always be able to find you.
There in my heart where you will sit,
making goofy sounds and scrunching your face,
curling your toes while we hold each other tightly,
smiling with a brilliance that makes my whole being sing.

Thus I sing my song of love for you,
so that I may always keep you in my heart.
There in my atrium,
happily content,
tapping to the beat,
keeping me in perfect rhythm.

There my love will sit,
forever smiling,
forever tapping.
For never can I sever a part of myself.
Then never can I separate you from me.
So there you will remain,
a part of me,
forever.

–Jeffrey Phillips Freeman

One of my poems I wrote 6 years back.

http://jeffreyfreeman.me/the-seas-of-time/

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= The Seas of Time =

I hear the waves crashing on time’s distant shore.
Its salty mist hangs in the air.
I can taste its dry burning on my tongue.
Feel its sticky film on my skin.
It coats every surface,
fills every space.
I invite it into my body with each breath,
though it burns like acid.

Yet I welcome its relaxing song.
With its hypnotic ebb and flow,
it calls me to a peaceful sleep.
With no destination,
always in motion,
always alive.

As I stand at the water’s edge.
With every crash of the waves.
My feet sink deeper into the sand.
My heart slows.
My mind drifts off.
The cool waters wash over me.

Cradled by the sand’s embrace,
the world fades,
time washes away.
Leaving me to drift,
peacefully,
in the waters of time.
In this moment,forever.

By: Jeffrey Phillips Freeman

Sharing another one of my older poems, this was written about 6 years ago.

http://jeffreyfreeman.me/the-fire/

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= The Fire =

With arms outstreched, still too far to hold.
The moon’s light touching my weary hand;
as ice melting through clenched fingers.
My soul is a fire and its warmth betrays me.

But fire is light
bathe in the light;
and glow from its warmth.

Don’t curse the moon because the sun has set.
Reach for its cold light
and give it your heat
For when it has melted away,
leaving your hands cold and dry,
the sun will rise,
and you will bathe in its warmth.

By: Jeffrey Phillips Freeman

Some old school Amiga dragons to brighten your day!