BY THE WAYSIDE

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Moonlight mystique,
Traverses the air.
The mocking bird is my friend.
His song comforts my silence,
Empathy is not far away…
As stars take their rightful place,
In an extensive sky.
Predestination seals its beauty,
Alluring in their prime.
Darkness won’t ever crumble,
To the lull of a forthcoming dawn.
Sing mocking bird sing,
Lyrics need not triumph…
Endurance I can muster,
Hold my rightful place,
As median to what is drawing near,
And what is left behind…

(c) Monica St Hillaire.

LIFELINE

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Crying eyes,
Beneath an ember moon.
From a fragile frame,
Tears trickle ,
Unapologetically,
As the weary soul surrenders.
A lonesome heart,
Discarded into the,
Uninterrupted nocturnal chill.
Premature babe,
Its innocence impaired,
For delusional gain.
This spectacle of light,
Brandishing from,
The celestial sky,
Is all that's left.
At this dark hour,  
In this tarnished gap,
Devour this beacon of hope.
May the sunrise be,
Slow and surreal.
This gleam is all that's left...


(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.

SANCTUM

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There is that space,

Between dream and reality,

Where you get to float.

Soar without ceasing,

Weight not in existence,

And timeless is the glow.

Free of mystery,

Unbound to burdens.

To shun,

The abyss of the night;

The labyrinth of the day…

Let not your,

Inner being thirst.

Seize your haven!

Your realm is real.

Yes…

Between the charcoal dusk,

And the ember dawn,

Embrace your moment.

However miniscule,

It is where,

Euphoria thrives.

(c) Monica St Hillaire.