WHITE LULL

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Today doves shall see my face
Lilies greet me at an impending dawn
The tranquil path leading to the hilltop
Echoes a slow yet tender ballad
Evanescent are the descending dewdrops
But the golden sunlight filters a warm smile
A paradigm of peace in sheer prowess
The very kind that conceives and remains
In the confined areas of one's mind
I sometimes feel unworthy
Such an overflowing feeling
I just close my eyes and breathe
Doves shall see my face today
We glimmer and synchronize
In such a virtuous light
Not certain of its entire reign
But without a shadow of a doubt
I am positive it is my moment
To assuredly keep

(c) Monica St Hillaire

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.

STILL PENDING

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There is peace awaiting purpose,
Calmness coursing through your stride.
A pensive and predestined journey,
Reflective expedition designated, 
Originally for you.
Motivation takes over
You shudder to think of,
Arriving at the finish line.
Spasms churn your inner being,
Utopia seems so blurry and vague.
Do comprehend that,
You must relish this transitory median.
Dance like the nonchalant gypsy,
Numb to torrential rain. 
Savour the jovial waves,
Crashing alongside your dampened feet.
Or bask in instantaneous glory,
Of witnessing the first star,
From the deepening twilight.
Hold on to your serenity.
May it grip you,
As the mighty talon of an eagle,
Whilst you are precisely woven,
Into the fabric of fate.

Monica St Hillaire, 2021

CLOUD NINE AVENUE

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This must be the corner of paradise,
Where heavenly angels roam.
Rhinestone glare extends,
From the greenest of grass,
Near a sapphire enriched sky.
Trees boasts a geranium red,
Foliage undulate from wispy winds,
In simultaneous fashion,
With the spherical radiance,
Of the setting sun…
A pathway meticulously landscaped,
In the awe of amethyst,
Befitting the touch ,
Of a king’s mantle.
Fertile ground comes alive,
Resonant sound of,
A musical harp embedded,
Into the mountainous valley.
Vibration combines with,
Onset of twilight,
And departure of a violet haze,
Amidst lone star’s greeting.
Blanket of jubilance,
Awaits the wandering nomad.
To lay carefree upon,
Basking in the glory of,
True perfection.
Peacefulness resides here…

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.

A NEW DAWN…

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Heartbroken and anguished,

Sorrow, an anvil pressed upon my chest.

My love has gone…

Vanished into the sunset,

That never ending sunset, at no time to return.

Yet through my distress I remain asserted.

I will rise again.

Out of the muddy waters,

Like a Lotus.

To display great purity for the world to see.

I am hidden but not lost,

Melancholy but not despaired.

I await my break of day.

The surface, within my reach.

I will rise and bloom in wondrous fashion;

An awe inspiring beauty,

Full of peace and hope.

My awakening is destined,

Truth was never meant to be concealed.

Yes, out of the muddy waters,

I will rise again.

Just like the Lotus; the epitome of rebirth.

Such a lovely symbol,

On any given day…

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2020.