Surrender-Release

teachers,
preachers,
can't quite
reach her
follow,
shallow,
god no,
she's gone.
i know
by her stare
that she's really
not there,
she's dreaming
she's drifting
she's floating
she's gone.
deep to a place where nobody can see her,
she's gone to the place where she's rightfully queen.
deep in a forest of nixies and nymphos,
of shadows and sunshine that nobody's seen.
deep in the oceans of chaos and saftey,
she dances with fire on carpets of leaves,
and sings to the harp of the angels who've fallen
from heavens in which she has never believed.

(i might possibly add to this one)


Celeste Cote

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