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What Lives In The Silence


What Lives In The Silence

In an eerie silence
under branches that strive in the worship of silver
forgotten tales come alive around me
and I walk with ancient myths

Hecate and her hounds are beside me
Poseidon swims through the blue midnight
the dark wind is Dionysus' laugh
and Hades rumbles the earth
as Pegasus' hooves spark on the ground

The shadows reflect like obsidian fire
the faces of those unremembered
I try to speak their holy names
but I have lost the knowledge to reason
I can only beg forgiveness
as the trees bow down to the crescent moon

September 23, 2003
Tressa Lee Breen

Burning Gray Roses


Burning Gray Roses

Words I cannot use
lines I cannot do
prose not quite painting the picture I feel
crumpled up on thin trees
tossed into the cauldron
to be sent back to the Womb of Creativity
upon rising smoke

And as the balls of not quite right burn
they begin to bud
opening their ember edged petals
dark silver rose offerings
to the Muse of Inspiration

September 23, 2003
Tressa Lee Breen

Autumnal Muse


Autumnal Muse

She's there;
the rainbow deep inside the green,
the chill at the heart of heat.

Some say She is the Harbinger of Death;
heralding the end of light
with Her drain on energy
and Her cold caress.

Ask Her and She'll say;
She is a Reminder of Life,
a Messenger of Rebirth,
encouraging Humanity to live in the finite
with thoughts of Infinity,
with Her earthly massage of color
and Her rejuvenating embrace
which holds the seed of spring.

September 18, 2003
Tressa Lee Breen

WeaveWorld


WeaveWorld

Reality begins to pull
my tapestry begins to stretch
double knots slip
threads are all untying
loose become strands
edges start to fray
I did not secure the hem
and my mind falls down around me

September 16, 2003
Tressa Lee Breen

Beneath A Melting Moon


Beneath A Melting Moon

The sun has left you burnt and cold
it's golden rays are frozen tendrils in the guise of passion's caress
so you've stayed within and let desire pale
becoming colorless and phototropic

Come away with me into the night
a little lunacy to set you free
I walk in the sunlight but there is still
trust in these eyes
healing in these hands
understanding in this embrace
salvation on these lips
peace in the beat of my heart

At the top of a ritual mountain under the blessing of the stars
in the hours where the shadows are honest
let me become your fullness
reminding you of heat's true nature

When you've come to no longer ache
we can walk together through time
for the moon can melt all pain
and hold hands with the sun

September 15, 2003
Tressa Lee Breen

Not Too Deep


Not Too Deep

Let my resting place be not too deep
that I may still feel the sun through the warm earth
be washed clean by storms yet to come
chill with frozen diamonds in winter's white treasure box
be stroked by the falling colors of autumn's rainbow coat

Yes, let my resting place be not too deep
that I may hear the laughter
feel the running feet
and know humanity still survives
and reveres the Mother I have become part of

September 15, 2003
Tressa Lee Breen