Longing
I feel my soul yearning
for the time I believe I have already lived
centuries ago...
The time when ladies wore hoops under skirt to make it more round;
When they wore petticoats and slimming corsets;
When men'd be knightly
in charming their interest of love';
To ask her for a walk in the garden of her home;
and offer a glass of ice tea on a porch;
When women were graciously sliding through halls of their palace while carrying the fragility and strength of their femininity;
When no-one was feared to wear
their feelings on their sleeves,
to expressing their love with honest and dramatic enthusiasm;
When entertainment was considered by gathering with ladies and gentleman in the great hall
to share the experience of breathtaking notes of classical music that weakens your whole body;
'tis why I love art and old tales oh-so much;
That is when I reminisce about the time that I know, the time I have lived, the time I have loved but have forgotten;
The precious place I long for,
where I recognize a part of my ancient soul.
/E.Gavare/
Reminiscence of Hurt
It stabs through your heart repeatedly;
You beg on your knees - Please mercy, be kind to me!
Useless! It hears no peasant’s words;
You’re stuck to feel tortured until numbed are your hurts.
No way to get out of this kill;
That once you dared calling idyl;
It’s ripping your throat and punching your gut;
Continuous pain! when will it stop?
What no one will tell - those are just first steps;
To see if one’s worthy, to see if one cracks;
Love isn’t for all, it’s for those who are willing;
Be there when it’s heaven and stay through the killing.
/E. Gavare/
There is no you without you
The phantom-like stares keep asking ‘'Who dares?!’'
My disputable climb- it takes a while,
The hands get weak, should I lay them down?
Not till I feel the touch of that crown!
Feeling lost but my vision is clear
How to speak up, how to fight the dare?
How to go against them while standing alone?
These inner fights keep tearing my soul!
Pathetic and daunting is how I feel
Not what I’ll accept to call as real;
I came to be free not afraid to differ;
And realized it’s time to shout not whisper.
Might choose to blend in like a warm, fluid clay;
Feel protected whenever - either night or a day;
Not everyone gets the luxury in life;
To be as oneself that strikes as a knife.
/E. Gavare/
Grey Anomaly
Simultaneous here is silence and noise;
Frightened and weak it makes my poise;
Smell of death and abyss lives near;
Once you enter hope disappears.
Child with no soul wanders alone;
Darkness can't take what's already gone;
Can someone be saved from this desperation?
Not quite- I hope this answers your question.
I go through the path that drowns your each step;
Scared to the bone, just want to go back;
They'll notice your hope, forget it exists!
Or taken with force it will be from your fists.
How careless and empty are eyes in this fog;
That has taken in custody what once had a plot;
I see them drowning, not fighting for air;
Would lend a hand but they'll drag in despair!
How soothe a soul that has no signs of life;
Is fighting for it even worth the try?
Life's made for two people to walk on this earth;
One begs for green grass - one plants its own turf.
/E. Gavare/
To Raise Above Is To Raise The Love
Does that fill your cup full;
To know that one cries;
To know one feels dreadfull;
If he catches your eye?
Do one thing for me please;
If an answer you seek;
Gaze in your eyes close;
Deadly close, scary deep.
It's your soul steadely waiting;
For you to be 'wake;
For you to be living;
Life that's true to your faith.
Spend brief moment more;
And your purpose comes clear;
Did you choose the right door;
When you held back the tears?
You might run against self;
Though we all sometimes do;
What's for you to embrace;
Is your being's true grace!
/E. Gavare/