Fire On The Wing
The park is filled with children tonight.
The very air is alive with light;
bits of it separating; sparkling -
darting here and there erratically.
The younglings came prepared.
Running to and fro with boundless energy,
armed with open wide-mouthed containers,
they seek their elusive prey.
Later on,
one drowsy but content little boy
rides back home
clutching his prize.
In the small bedroom
surrounded by
an accumulation of childhood treasures
sits a glass jar.
It is natures night light,
flickering in the dimness.
Tomorrow the contents of the jar
will be set free
to hide away
until nightfall
when they will
light the night once more.
© Ellie Maziekien
071502
516. Untitled - July 15, 2002
Every light becomes a dream
freed from the confines
of the mind.
A wild dance in the darkest of hours,
where the stars are hazy
in the moonlit sky,
becomes a reflection
of the effervescent moment -
of a million creatures
in tune with life around them,
and dancing because they can.
The cloud of fireflies
surrounds everything,
sharing illumination
with the night.
This captured light
becomes a hopeful dream
of a child sleeping away,
remembering the moment
where joy and laughter
came alive once more.
Imagination
As we grow
in maturity and responsibility
we lose that capacity
to dance in tune with life,
to run, exuberant, through our days
and sleep contentedly through the nights.
Babies smile because
they come into the world
all knowing and wise.
Imagination takes the place
of that inborn knowledge
so each new experience is filled with wonder
and a cloud of fireflies becomes
a swirl of earthbound starlight.
The captured light
warms a place in each of us
reminding us to recall
the delight we felt
in the everyday pleasure of shared laughter;
the joy of being alive.
© Ellie Maziekien
071502
517. Untitled - July 15, 2002
It's the lifebeat of nature
that beckons us to dance;
to find the joy
that would give us
more laughter.
The sweetest of babes
find pleasure in life,
for all the simplicity
that is seen.
It's only as we grow,
"older" and "wiser"
that we gradually lose
sight of what's importance,
and focus too often
on what should be
and isn't.
Only on the evenings
where the night skies are clear
can we lie back
and dream of what is,
counting the stars
and playing amongst
the junebugs
until we remember back
to life as it once was.
Threshold
The lifebeat pulsates
without and within;
the music beckons;
should we join in -
Won’t everyone be staring us?
What if we don’t know the right steps?
What if we look foolish?
Older but no wiser
we hesitate on the threshold,
uncertain;
much too often
we listen to the voice inside our head
warning us to be careful,
admonishing us to act our age,
chiding us to be dignified,
so we sit on the sidelines -
just watching.
Listen instead to the voice inside your heart.
Dance!
until, pleasantly sleepy,
you lie back, count the stars
and dream of castles in the sky.
© Ellie Maziekien
071502
518. Untitled - July 15, 2002
As the drumbeats sound,
and the lights flash away,
the sudden beats of bass
draw from within
this urge
to match moments
with a hidden song
and a forgotten song.
Ancient steps
around a sun stone
remind us
of the times
where wisdom came with age,
and fools
weren't just those young at heart,
but those blind
to the ways of the world.
It's a struggle
between heart and soul
where the voices of one
clash against the needs
of the other
until all that is heard
is a noise
overpowering the song,
enveloping the notes
with chaos.
The frenzy is played out
again and again
on the dancefloor
where the only thing
separating this moment
from the next
is the energetic flailing
of limbs
against the timed beat
heard.
Slowly,
the heat from pressed bodies
overwhelms everything else
until the scene fades
like a dream,
leaving only
the reality
that the dance is over
and the lights have faded
into daylight.
Dawn
it is in passing from the darkness
into the light of day
that we see clearly.
reality lies
in what we have inherited
from those
who came before .
their song resounds.
daylight follows night
as surely as old age follows youth.
Life begets death which,
in its turn,
gives way to birth;
to renewal.
hearts and souls thrive
on the interaction
between the
past and the present -
master and apprentice,
fantasy and fact.
we learn through living.
the dance goes on.
© Ellie Maziekien
071502
519. Untitled - July 15, 2002
The most beautiful times
in life
are at dawn and dusk
where the boundaries blur
and the veil between worlds
fades for that passing.
The retreating of moonlight
against the dusky pinks of
a sunrise
are mirrored by the
brilliant orange hues
that give way
to inky darkness.
In a never ending cycle
of light and dark,
there is no real separation
between the past
and the present,
nor between the
imagined and the real,
until everything blurs
into a fantasy once lived.
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