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For I am the King

Whatever happens,For whatever reason,Happens in its turn. Whatever does not come,For whatever reason,Is not meant for you. Whatever leaves,For whatever reason,Leaves for good Whatever comes,For whatever reason,Comes when it’s time. Nothing on earthExists with no purpose,Nothing breathes. Nothing on earthIs of no value –Even dust. Nothing on earthStays hidden for long-Even thoughts. Nothing on earthIsContinue reading “For I am the King”

From the depths

From the depths of Annwfn I shall gather my strength, From the shining gods and the mighty dead Of the clouds and the mists I will be reborn. Deep are the waters of Annwfn Deep are the thoughts of the gods Rolling in the deep are the songs Of the long-gone The roads of theContinue reading “From the depths”

The voices

The voices are calling us,Me and you,Telling us not to break the connection,To follow the starsIn their endless searchOf the moon, cold and distant,And yet beautiful,To see the truthThat lies hidden deep within,To hold on, and never change the route,Like we once did.Like Ophelia, in a dress all wet,And flowers in my hair,I reach outContinue reading “The voices”

The gift of grapes and apples

The room is dimly lit and smells of spruces, spices and ancient books. In the flickering candlelight, tall bookshelves seem more distant than they perhaps are, and a dark wooden table is before me. A tall, hooded figure stands there, beckoning me. ‘Come closer. I have been expecting you ‘ The voice is soft, quietContinue reading “The gift of grapes and apples”

Christmas eve and what comes after

Funny enough this year’s Christmas eve is the first one without any rush to it. All the times before were hectic, lonely or too painful, chaotic or lacking in magic – and this one is much calmer. Perhaps, it is due to my second pregnancy or just the general slowing down, but somehow the magicContinue reading “Christmas eve and what comes after”

Let me sleep beside you

Let me sleep beside you and break the hearts of those who once crushed mine. In the heat of the morning, under your wing-Be merciful, be kind, sweet death – precious life is not precious anymore.Let me sleep beside you, give me that last minute, give me just a momentSo I could finally open upContinue reading “Let me sleep beside you”