Fall To Rise - With Nothing Left Behind

By Silver Spectre

Standing on the beach,
Gazing upon her sea.
He saw her wave, rise, and fall.
Until she rose one last time.

Above the violence of all those days,
gently conveying hellos and a Goodbye.

He watches the Wind take control of the indifference she once entertained to a remembrance lost.
She feels the winds without sin and repression in warm caressing ways. Invisibly pulling on her clothes, and attention. Around her body and direction in obedience to her new manifestation.

Her new duality, working in tandem not chaos . Innate
As another wind comes around and liquefies her with the heir wetness,
of a wanting heated fresher breath fumbling smoothly,
crashing through her hair from the other side of Hate.

He visions the Sea Birds, gliding in circular Patterns,
from the opposing sides of these working elementals.
Through their delicate feathers and upon their underneath.
Feathered hairs in a fight together. With the strength,
of a fist punching, the below.

For the sake of a higher purpose while still calling in mission, as illusion comes crashing , listing and triming, maintaining distance in closeness.

These free birds upove, in , on, and around her voyage and below her stars.
Consealed by The Highest Ordination of the color blue this world knows.
Distorting Starry light, from those confined in plight.
Like the color blue of her eyes conceals with a smile, her surreptitious thoughts of a former life, just departed yesterday.

Those same invisible winds blow, pushing, pulling her while something deeper, guided by another's heart sails to her. Journeys to where she should be.

Still standing on the beach.

He knows its not true, but sees the calamity unfolding,
as the weight of the horizon plunges Her wheels of life.
Portrayed just now in front of him out of site.
The vessel with her passengers sinks into illusion
Dissolve the Spear of Destiney from his side
And his cross to bear forever remains, forever in allusion


He knows it's true but does not see.
In that instant the faint scents of an evanescence, consuming the tethers and chains of that which he laid and tied-
To a higher falling in kind.

An ascension from the depths.
A perilous dive made of will, into an unforgiving deep make-believe
Of another....wrecked, stolen and vandalized.
Dirt drowned, landlocked and lost at sea in the murky layers of their disbelief, we come.


As He saw Yesterday Approach and depart
Into the shadow of the light of the Giant Horizon
wave, Rise and Fall Above the joy and violence.
Now gently conveying Our Sorrows and Pains
Wave hellos and a Goodbye In the Winds of Change.
Yesterday Plunges out of site, too the depths
And gives ascension to our Creations steps that follows:

For this, our Mother throws out her hand-woven Wreaths, of blessing and heart.
These pearls on the flood.
An iridescent light, like a rainbow promised.
Coruscating Gems of knowing and feeling deeper than the sky.
Her opalescence now in our Eyes,
like warm milk on our tongue,
Fulgurating our mind.
Only betrayed by its thunder
Behind closed eyes,

Mothers gift:
We are true vision
that becomes life.
And I have only the sacredness of today to be in awe and soak in its grandeur........
With nothing left Behind.

We have to fall to rise.


Michael Wayne Tabor

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Published on Tuesday, February 27, 2024.     Filed under: "Spiritual" and "Poetry"
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  • SolApathy On Wednesday, February 28, 2024, SolApathy (651)By person wrote:

    a long but thoughtful read, drawing you into the warmth of a hope all too few of us here still have...

  • Silver Spectre On Wednesday, March 6, 2024, Silver Spectre (91)By person wrote:

    Very kind for your comment though even if it really seems entirely bloviated

  • Silver Spectre On Wednesday, March 6, 2024, Silver Spectre (91)By person wrote:

    this was te original to We come. I just fond it and had forgotten the ending and re added. I hate long complicated poems but I can't seem to part with this oe. I think i will explain the elements of the differet storiesall told in one pass

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