Friday, December 25, 2015

No Fantasy — a poem by a faust




title a nod to the Madwoman of Chaillot:








No Fantasy

or, what what is will have been seen to have been



always and me special even now life amazes

this most from the looks of it moment

the least of which singing in praise for the ages

though the everyday barely would comment

if such transience it into cognizance raises

although proper politeness would blush and demure

still glances perception search myriad ways as

it honest to honesty honestly were: 

seeing mine doubt of nothing 

out of you seeing me knowing 

out of each and both ours 

this perfection becoming 

out of darkness so still hours wrapped up in the cold

thankful again just to be here to feel sunlight and morning



may you and yours your Divinity bless 

answering meet and swiftly our gratitude

with beyond expectation's success

– over Evil the triumph of Good – 

over Evil the triumph – of Good – 




dedicated to yar

Solstice 2015 

by a female faust