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AS FREE AS A BIRD…

Upon this river bank,
I'll leave my troubles here.
The journey is anew,
It weighs too much to bear.
Middle of the ocean,
Is where I'd follow you.
No fright consumes my mind,
My faith equipped for two.
These stars aligned for us,
Please take me there with you.
Hope surrounds my aura,
My peace is tried and true.
Keep this here, river bank,
The weight too much to bear.
True love will now suffice,
There is no room for fear.

(c) Monica St Hillaire.

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THE HORIZON…

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The world sleeps, not to dream,

But to rest and be still.

Pain and distress cover his face,

The continents are shaking, this chain is receding,

The Ocean roars a dissimilar wave.

Can you see the stars? In the opaque sky?

Gloomy is the night, continuous even at dawn…

My echo buried in the mountains, leaving me lonely.

Scant silhouettes in the streets as the grass thirsts,

Human contact is quenching, just like the rain.

I see the rainbow from afar,

Waiting to enhance the hills and valleys.

To compliment the sun and its splendid shine,

As flowers simultaneously blossom.

Birds will soar under the blue sky,

And above an Ocean of blue.

The horizon will be… in all its glory,

Phenomenal to see…

Triumphant laughter will replace golden silence,

A hand will stretch to the weary and despaired.

And we shall live –

Life!

So let the world sleep, be still and rest,

Your awakening we anticipate.

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2020.

THE CONTRITE HEART…

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An olive branch I extend,
Meet me at the corner, round the bend.

My pride seemed so effortless,
Complex to adjust.

I compromised our union,
Faded is your trust.

Shattered your heart, won't pretend,
Meet me at the corner, round the bend.

Anger consumed inside me,
This error now clear.

Refuse to speak in past tense,
Of love we both share.

Weary soul, faith I can lend,
Meet me at the corner, round the bend.

Is this the last dance my love?
Never can it be.

Fairytales last a lifetime,
Like the sand and sea.

Disheartened spirits on the mend,
Meet me at the corner, round the bend.


(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2020.

FLAWLESS…

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Walk in the naked truth; the bare and absolute,
Falsehood will never endure.
That armoured attire is in vain.
Purity will unveil both day and night,
No grey clouds hang overhead.
Sterile and unpolluted from infectious deceit.
Clear as a sublime waterfall; watch me as I float.
Can't you see these streets of white?
Do you not feel serenity at your beckon call?
Leave imperfections by the wayside,
They hold no value here.
Purged from all malice; weightless is the feeling.
How do you sleep now that both eyes are shut?
Walk in the naked truth; the bare and absolute,
May honesty always be your guide.


(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2020.




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