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The Sound of Sirens

~ Emma

The sound of sirens silences.
You never heard them, they were so loud.
The lights flashing, colours blazing, screaming.
The decibels at the highest pitch, you didn’t flinch.

The heart that stole you, the breath that saved you.
Gone in an instant, the injuries and impact, not minor.
Little bumps, little bumps, little bumps.
A tearful scene inside the mind, smoother now, without alert.

Standing by and watching the chaos, feeling the weight.
Waiting for something, anything to lift the suspicion.
She saw all along, but stayed because she is pure, she is love.
But the sirens are silenced now, no more dilation of sight.

You took nine wrong steps, she led you back and you let her slip.
She knows who you are more than you do.
She wanted to love you, she let herself go somewhere for you.
She will not look back, she will never come back.

The risks, the time, the lies, the loneliness is no more.
The significance of her, of you, of it all, holds now a secret, a lesson.
School was in but now it’s out, the path is very changed.
Chalkboard statements erased.

The planets designed this, they directed the show.
The actors and their parts following script, line by line.
Memorizing became easy, learning became the challenge.
Soaking wet scenes full of spark and defence, trying to calm a drowning tiger.

She lights a candle for you everyday, as you do too.
The beauty in the growth, the transition, the purpose and the alarm.
Never ever will forget, never will the tide stop moving.
Washing away, washing away, washing away the clutch, the cling, the sting.

Who are they now? Who are they really?
Two souls of wonderful light, they gave to one another amidst a storm.
The sound of sirens are silenced. She heard loud and clear.
There is no more mystery. The diamond, is stronger than ever.

The Way

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They called her, called her in, called her loudly.
Working together, they saw it unfolding, they began talking.
She knew with every step down the road of noise, her calling sitting proudly.
At the end of the street, turning left instead of right, this is the correct way walking.

Her way isn’t your way. Her heart and her soul understand deeply.
They are screaming at her in soundless blaze, she is aware, she can hear.
They watch her and tell her with a force she cannot escape, still climbing…steeply.
Do not dive, do not search, do not try, the why is not the way, it is becoming clearer.

This way, not your way or their way, not wrong but higher and wiser.
Disengage and listen to no one else but the calling and the soul.
Do you hear that? I think she’s coming, she looked up, out, in, she is the riser.
Let’s gather here and welcome her, our wings can shelter her, she can be our foal.

Let’s clap, let’s bring her closer, let’s show her the way.
She always looks out, she always finds me, she knows I am here for her.
They will never keep me away from what I am supposed to show her, and to say.
The cool and murky glow where I live, under a fortress, below the boulders, she sees through the blur.

They knew how to get there, inside her mind.
Like dissection of a crime with a solved confidence riding in her heart.
I move, I stand still, I glide, I explode, I fall down, I lift up, I will hope to bind.
She soaks the energy from me, I put it there for her, she is further, beyond, outside, inside, creating the art.

She will take her craft much further, I see it blooming and fostering and healing.
Nurture she does in all aura she reveals.
I see her, hold her, and let her words come through the ceiling.
Surrender and kneel together, star gazing we send her to every field.

My heat shines on her body, she absorbs the penetration without flinch or fear.
The guidepost so clear and strong, she listened to our prayers and galloped with trust.
She looks at me as the floating cloud hides my face, she is dear.
With a smile that creates life, a heart that beats too strong, an expression that addicts crave, she lights up the forest, her centuries old soul turning her enemies to dust.

Two Is Enough

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Two is enough for me.
If you gave me three, four, six, seven;
I’d simply say, “Thank you, but one is just heaven.”

I don’t know why I look up to the sky.
Maybe because the answers to questions of low;
Seem to always be found up high or higher so.

Busy, rushing, too many, too much.
Why does this game always feel the same?
Same old numbers adding up to more pain.

It’s why I like less, one and two.
Simpler, calmer, easier, intimate and quiet.
My cat used to say, “Emma you and me, that’s it.”

You see my smile, hear my voice.
But you do not see me or hear me and it is quite alright;
I have gifted myself wisdom to remain not small, but full of height.

The light shines brightly, kindly and with soft intention.
My heart is guided in the utmost strangest way now;
I am sorry for the explanation that I have not to know how.

I will not take up space where someone else should be.
My mind and soul have figured out the equation and it has come, with some hesitation.
But question not my intuition strong, I am lightning and thunder, the rain my slippery sedation.

Not nine or twelve or five. Just one or two.
The world is not what they say.
I look at you looking at me and think, “this is an incredible day.”

The water on petals, the dirt on my boots.
The ducks in twos, the sunshine plus one.
Did you hear that? Silence and so many, but also none.

I can’t believe I am here now. Taken so far and so deep.
You reminded me that there is special in nothing.
Then I fell into a sleep and woke up with a perfect and reliable, trusting of something.

The softness fills me. The colour enchants my eyes.
I cry with gratitude and thanks;
I have won the prize.