“GLORIOUS VISION”

Once there came a vision glorious,

Mystic, dreadful, wondrous fair.

Burned itself into his spirit;

And abode forever there…

Never more- from that sweet moment,

Gazed he on woman- kind.

He was dumb to love and wooing;

And to all their graces blind.

Full of love for that sweet vision.

Brave and pure he took the field-

With his blood he stained the letters,

L. O. V. E. upon his shield…

Sounding on the foe he fell;

And like thunder rang his war-cry,

O’er the cowering infidel.

Then within his distant castle-

Home returned, he dreamed,

His days,

Silent, sad, and when death took him,

“He was wind, the legend says.” !! …

Ellie

“U.S. CONSTITUTION”

A quote from our first President and the father of our country; something that I live by as a naturalized US. Citizen.

Ellie

“FOREST, NO MORE”

Not long ago, things so frail,

Leaves fell silently upon a dusty trail.

Toucan sang a tune that no one could hear;

A snake sheltered quietly somewhere near!

Among the nature’s ground,

Oh, sweet friend, you’re not found…

In the depth of forest walls is a sound-

From far distance in background.

The crackle of a fire brings to me,

The eerie help of a crying tree.

The falling nature in pain;

Memories of thing lost in forest rain.

Death of a friendship cannot-

Be denied or sought.

Oh, the carelessness has a price to pay-

Of the few ignorant night and day.

Within the sanctuary wall,

Justice reigns dismal.

Rainforest shall disappear!

So shall we, Can you hear?? …

Ellie

“SPLENDOUR OF RAIN”

Why is it raining?

A cold darkness returning.

The sound, his flame-

Have been dead ended, no blame…

Why is it raining?

Darkness headed- gaining;

It brings about sun,

Above all brightness of fun.

Warmth and splendor of cloud,

Yet, no change in sound of thud.

I sit and ask, still,

Why is it raining? But it will!! …

Ellie

“WHEN WILL YOU KNOW?”

When will you know,

Those night so slow?

When will you explore,

Those days of time before?

When will you spend time,

We spend life in clime?

Quickly a life time passes;

The hours fly by grasses.

In our hearts and mind,

Are precious moments in all kind!

Going forward each day,

Quickened pace so we may-

Enjoy even more,

Our lives for sure-

Of each place,

We have chanced to face!! …

Ellie

“AN ESOTERIC QUESTION”

Thoughts of brawl,

thoughts of horror after all;

withheld from my eye;

locked inside my sigh.

So cruel of what maybe,

the troubled soul of me!

A troubled mind,

fears that makes me blind;

hate which lies inside,

to die or get a ride;

or not to die, which one,

unrested troubled mind, spun?

Unrested!! …

Ellie

 

 

 

“CRYSTAL TEARS HERE”

From time to time

rays, so timid, yet sublime

pierce the unusual gray sting

of a wet spring.

Where the crystal tears, here.

As they fall

incessantly they crawl;

dripping while afraid

streaming down, then fade.

Lost, no more pure

on your shoes, seek care;

I pity your white tears.

What if was near!! …

Ellie

“THE MIGRAINE”

Optical illusion, or is it delusion?

Pattern so infinte, a false conclusion!

Perception so selective, no exception.

I see nothing and believe deception…

My temples in fire, pounding like flames,

Eyes lose focus, ears hear hurricane.

Never tight, dense, transmitting pain.

Would it be over soon, the pain is exhausting?

Optical illusion, or is it delusion?

Pattern so infinte, a false conclusion!

New sense of pain and frustration!

Resistance’s mental, ahh, isolation!

Swirling pattern of illusion,

Streaming colors in my head!

Angry red, longingly white!

sanity hangs on a thread.

Flashing, flashing, lightening, all fly!

Behind eyes, pressure, ahh, pressure!

Optical illusioin, or is it delusion?

Pattern so infinte, a false conclusion!

A ghost in layers of brain!

Behind eyes!

Into ears!

Darkness!

Fire pounding!

The migraine!! …

Ellie

“SPIRITS COMMUNE”

Air spirits gathered there,

Length of mossy misty stair.

To the top, reaching in passive thought,

What a sight! I step in rapture caught.

Almost catching the spirit there,

Almost seems to speak- on misty stair.

Almost guides- softly by hand,

In dreamy state, yes, I stand…

Stair made of stone- joyous climb.

Flight so graceful, invites the thy me.

Spirits live to commune there,

— Upon the height of misty stair…

Air spirit seems gathering there,

—The length of mossy misty air.

To the top, reaching in passive thought,

What a sight! I walk in rapture caught!! …

Ellie

“MOON PULLS THE TIDE”

Should be-

yet believes-

that in monotonous consciousness-

things that never change…

Why-

it can’t be denied?

Prowling this sphere-

aspire-

while even beguiled-

by a small spectacle of sunlight…

And for this reason-

the same eyes

deluge-

beneath the fathoms of tears-

where there, tides-

can only be pulled by moon!! …

Ellie