Talitha's Realm.....Original Poetry

I once caught a glimpse of my Twin Flame beloved.
Breathless, bleeding tears; feeling only “I believe.”
An inward journey of God, Love, and Destiny:
Keys that fit locks, and locks seeking keys.

I have wailed for you beneath the Full Moon.
Whispered my desire for you to the rushing rivers and streams.
I have invoked my pleas upon the sacred four winds.
I have spoken your secret name to the edges of my dreams.

If you are happy with wherever you have been
Then rest content, for I am joyous in your chosen fate.
But if you should wonder when loneliness and alienation will cease,
Why, oh, why should you shackle your longing soul and hesitate?

A journey begun that does not seek out paradise
But rather, our hearts a wondrous paradise to create.
The first step begins with desire, the last with an embrace,
With you at the end of Moon’s rainbow, my beloved Starmate.

The one I am with is truly not a lover. He is but the warden of my soul, keeping my heart and spirits shackled away in a dungeon of sorrow and despair, forever keeping me from the sunlight and joy that my life requires.

He, too, dwells in a prison.....a prison of addictions and self-deceit. His bondage keeps him from ever knowing the joys of passion, empathy, and the raptures of truly being alive.

How he fights to keep my will chained to his own. How foolish of me to have allowed this.

Have the locks which have kept us bound together rusted beyond repair? Or is there one who holds the mightiest of keys that can set me free?

There is another whom I am not with. Yet he is as true a lover to me as any could be. His hands have never once touched my face or tangled themselves in my hair. His arms have never cradled me, comforting me in their safe confines. His lips have never felt the burning heat of need radiating from mine. His ears have never heard the contented sighs of my heart's spent passions.

But how he makes me feel when his eyes search mine! I see myself through his eyes, and through the gift of his vision I feel truly lovely. His words alone carress me tenderly, and his smiles are like sunrise promises.

I must stay with the one I am with for my world is entangled with complications. But I can yearn, and I can dream. I can be with the love of my heart in my mind. He is only a wish away. When the darkness becomes unbearable and the chains of desparation threaten to strangle me, I have only to conjure up the essence of my love in my heart and a part of me knows redemption.

Waiting

Red candle, Copper,
Pink candle, Green
Sparkling amethist clutched to my heart.
Flame set to wick
Hoping to close
The expanses conspiring to keep us apart.

"Love of mine,
Come to me,
So that I may set thine own love free."
Spell used with caution,
Spell used with care.
Binding our life forces and souls eternally.

Offering

Time has stopped within the margins of this charade.
Memories are confused with the expectations.
I catch a scattered glimpse of a desolate tomorrow.
Still my body swoons from the exquisite temptations.

The ecstasy once indulged now diminished sighs.
The illusion that comes ever so close to making me believe.
The features of another burning feverishly in my mind.
The touch that is a lie, the kiss that can only deceive.

I feel the morbid skeletal fingers of death brush across my lips.
Into my ear, fetid putrefying breath as if from a tomb.
Morose glassy eyes turn towards another.
The ghosts of unborn children wail deep from within my womb.

She Screams The Truth

Rage.

An unfortunate yet noble and neccessary aspect of
passion.

Having the courage to loathe and despise
that which is cherished and adored.
The dark side of a polished coin which
sometimes must receive the reflections of
love's bittersweet spotlight.

The New Moon is a time of dark,
leaving the night sky seem barren and
cold. So, too, is the face of a lover
tortured in anguish and remorse.

But as the Waxing Moon reveals the
return of the Goddess's renewed promise
and fertility, so too does the beacon of
love's light return to that delicately
mortal face.

The rage is replaced with the gentle
understanding of life's most stubborn
lessons.

And the heart scarcely skips a beat as
passion throws itself into the arms of its beloved.

With absurd abruptness a life can change,
Urging you down an unexpected path.
Faster than it takes for a tearstain to dry
You're a startled pilgrim on love's behalf.

His embraces destroy the most ancient lies.
His breath fills my empty heart so much.
Though I never saw this love coming;
Though I never considered exploring his touch.

If I were to break down the finest particles
Of my physical existence up until now
They would dissolve into the coarsest particles
Of my loving reality with him somehow.

With startled expression I greet his caress
With nothing but my own ignorant heart to blame
For never before realizing this joy all along.
"Forever" is now my middle name.