"Destined Minds"

THE LIFTING OF HIGHER

Higher and higher
my heart is lifted higher
and higher still
my love is lifted

The joy of tender touch
that lifts the spirit
of carefree days
from memories sifted

beyond the shadows
and beyond the clouds
far from the horizons
I am lifted higher still

and light the spirit
released from chains
the beautious views
I drink my fill

I reminisce the face of change
through peaceful slumber
of lightened heart
as I bask in winters days

in awe of what I now delight
the distant past of what
was once a saddened
mysterious haze

Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2008
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TWIGHLIGHT...

Twighlight comes in mornings hour
and meets again in the eve
when time has passed and dif-fus -ed light
reflected below the suns horizon

as evening light falls accross the lake
and dusk ushers the twighlight glow
as sillohettes form on the fields
tall beings with many limbs and fingers

bow at the close of day and greet the
mist that settles in between the intervals
of space and tim,e so faint the light
that begs the onset of mystery

perceiv-ed illumination shaded and obscure
at days end and yet I see with clear mind
and clarity the truth that is blinded by the
bewitching hour of the shadows that often

lay in wait and lurk and want for the cracks
in youth's mind to bend and weild and shape
for the misdeeds that twighlights hour did
not give rise nor permission

For twighlight offered many truths of
what the stars decree - so who can live
with one foot in darkness and one in light?
and poor the spirits that enjoy the mocking

and see not the darkness' entrapment but
wise the owl that sees acutely and lives to
tell the tale of twighlight and forewarns
the other creatures who enter into

twightlights grandeur of rooms that walk
beneath the green gums and stay on the well
trodden path of what hovers between the
day and night

Can sunshine fade from a loving heart?
can dusk fall and grapple with the mind?
Can evenings fall darken the night sky?
Can man triumph in the twighlight?

Maree Long
(c) Maree long 2008

Bitter Sweet Taste

the dark side of chocolate
is not seen , nor is it heard
nor is felt on this side of the world

the dark side of chocolate
can you see the milk beneath my skin
from the beatings?

while I am alone and begging for food
as sugar coated travel to Cote d'Ivoire
enforces my enslavement

while you are cosy in bed
enjoying your sweet confectionary
I am working from 6 in the morning

and while you dine in your restaurant
ordering the finest chocolate desert
I am still working till 6.30 at night

so systematically my mind enslaved
my body and spirit destroyed so that you
can give your children chocolate with toy

and so while you argue over semantics
my heart continues to be enslaved
over the price of profit of cocoa

the dark side of chocolate
is not seen , nor is it heard
I am but a silent breath on this earth

that will not pass this way again
and you will turn blind your eye
and willingly open your mouth

to receive the delicious sweet chocolate
as I receive the beatings with no
mouth to speak for me.


Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2008


http://www.american.edu/ted/chocolate-slave.htm

WHO LIVES HERE?

Who lives here?
whose presence filled these rooms
who's joy and laughter once rang
out the melody of life?

Who lives here?
whose calm filled thou with peace
who's every breath was sweet
to the ear of thine heart?

Who lives here?
whose vibrancy lifted thine spirit
who's the one that gave all of them
refreshed as spring?

Why is the room empty?
where has it's heart gone?
why does the dust fall and thicken?

and who is it that we recognise not?
who's being crouches in the corner
of the room and shelters their head

from all that look on?
dare we call the name that we once
remembered and see if this spirit

will rise and take it's former state?
dare we hope to see a glimpse of the
warming smile that cared for us?

the face that knew us well cannot be
seen and remains shielded under sackcloth
and shoulders slumped and weary

who lives here? I scarecly remember me not....

Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2008

HER TEARS THEY FELL UNNOTICED

her tears they fell unnoticed
into the blueness of the ocean
the river of heartache widened
and her heart it bled for each
tear spent and shed

her tears they fell unnoticed
into the blueness of the ocean
for the flooding of anguish
that pierced her soul for all
the torment untold

her tears they fell unnoticed
into the blueness of the ocean
until she could cry no more
and now her heart lay dry and
as empty as any river bed

and her tears they fell no more
into the blueness of the ocean
for all life and energy spent
weary she stood at the mouth
of the sea

wishing that she too could drown
with the sorrows of tears
and merge with lifes giving water
and dissipiate into the heavens
and fall to earth again

Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2008

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