"cocoon"

"come to the edge, he said. they said, we are afraid. come to the
edge, he said. they came. he pushed them and they flew."
-g apollinaire

soaring ever higher
she fingers the thread invisible
that binds
a thread eternal
silky
weaving a transparent cocoon
the sun's rays cradle
and bathe the inferno
minds become water
as they dwell within this love divine
souls tremble in silent harmony
flesh births sounds unheard
transcend battlefields
crossed in distant measures
down opaque swords coloured black
reach within to witness soul's surrender
her quivering echo splits the longing seed
returning her will
to that tranquil footspace between

"cocoon"
`T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova
15apr04

"The Seeker"

He comes...
He seeks...
He is a hunter of rare treasure

gold and diamonds He passes by
oil and silver He leaves for O/others
He seeks the rarest of treasures
a treasure once found He can not take
this treasure must be lain at His feet
it is to be given freely, completely, without reservation

He is drawn to the very darkest of places
yet He knows there is still the tiniest of embers glowing there
an ember that holds a fierce inferno within
needing only Him to give it life again
for He is the only One for which this treasure was created
He hurries before the ember dies completely

He has found the treasure for which His quest began
all these many ages ago
she is but a scared little girl
she shivers in darkness
yet reaches for the sun
she is a tender rose bud
petals curled upon herself
she is waiting for Him
to let her bloom
to let her be the woman she was created to be

she looks upon the world but hides from it
her tears fall yet she does not cry
her eyes shadowed by the hurt
of T/those who do not understand
she sees, she feels, she hurts, she dies................but not
completely

He nourishes her with His love and soft speech
letting her know that she is the most beautiful of treasures
He breathes gently upon the ember that is she
allowing the ember to ignite into a blaze
letting her draw of His strength and energy
He lets her know that not all of the world is black
that not all tears come from hurt
not all Seekers come to crush
nor to just take a piece and run

He takes her gently into His hands
knowing the fragileness for which is she
carrying her from the darkness
setting her into the light
He lets her feed upon His love...
His patience and understanding...
His encouragement and wisdom...

He spends the time needed
bringing forth the fire from within
He shows her the world
and how wonderful it can be
He touches her face gently
so she knows that some hands, while strong
do not mean they are brutal

He takes her to the highest mountain
over looking the sea
where she can see the glinting sun
upon the water
the salty breeze upon her face
the shade of the large tree
for T/them alone to share

He looks into her eyes so bright
sparkling with love and laughter
full of life and joy
she hears His strong deep voice
mellow on the whispering wind

"fly My love.....
fly as high as you wish...
you need not fear the falling...
for I always be here to catch you"

SD
("The Seeker" was written in response to
another piece, however, i do not have the
writer's permission to impart said piece.)