SANCTUARY

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Woman, dry your tears and cry no more,
Not oblivious to your trials before,
The weight of the world is not yours to bear,
Speak to God without unease and fear.
Amidst this flowing river,
Make peace with your creator,
Immobile wounds do not condone,
Leave your burdens by this river stone.


Woman, dry your tears and cry no more,
Like clustered debris upon a sandy shore,
May your pain be successfully buried,
Answers you have often queried.
Cast them in crystal water,
Dawn of your ever after,
As a queen departing her throne,
Leave your burdens by this river stone.


Woman, dry your tears and cry no more,
Here in nature's solace you can rest assure,
Now relinquish and instantly release,
Heartache will promptly decrease.
As the whitest doves fly by,
In a celestial sky,
Signifies you are not alone,
Leave your burdens by this river stone.

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021

FORWARD MOTION

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Grasping on to the wings of a dove.
The living symbol of boundless peace,
Infinite tranquility and serene ambience.
We soar above the placid shoreline,
Alongside the gentlest of breeze.
I slowly scale and gravitate ,
A light and limitless feeling,
As I leave my burdens behind.
They turn miniscule by each fleeting moment,
Under the spotless blue sky.
Harmonious melody near the impending trail,
Awaiting to greet and welcome.
Near the doorstep of Utopia,
My clench is even tighter than before.
Splendiferous in a flawless view,
Time is of no significance.
Incessantly and constantly drifting,
In our aerial bondage.
How can I turn back now?
Sheer brilliance unmatched,
With any forgone instance of my being.
In this muted silence and subdued lull,
Clarity is immeasurable beyond words,
I discover the lyrics to my song.
Grasping on to the wings of a dove.
In all humble honesty,
I won't detach anytime soon...

Monica St Hillaire, 2021.

IDEAL SETTING

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Sapphire saturated streets,
Exquisitely landscaped,
For your elegant traipse.
I'll savour your every stride,
Digest the moment,
Inhale the memory...
In the sun kissed valley,
Vault of heaven,
Embraces your song and dance.
Whilst your lustrous tresses,
Spiral rhythmically,
To the gentlest wind.
Repetition entwined,
With the iridescent sunbeam.
Bed of Gardenias,
Welcome your effortless glow.
Bedecked in satin laced fabric,
That delicately clings,
To every contour of,
Your flawless frame.
The sunflowers bow,
And a white dove ascends,
I stand in awe,
Till the sky bears an azure shade.
Complimentary in my corner,
This love weaves ,
Not an ounce of jealousy.
You are poetry in motion,
To this universe I profess,
From any length or angle,
Precisely what I see.


(c)  Monica St Hillaire, 2021.