Audrey Ashira

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the spring fever

In freewrite, poetry on May 31, 2011 at 8:29 am

We found our souls
Hiding among the many blades of grass
And we bid adieu
To the petty questions asked.
We said hello
To a wanderlust and vigor
Unsatisfied by conquering
Unquenched by answers.

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El Shaddai

In freewrite, poetry on May 20, 2011 at 8:16 am

my Love, my Sweet, my own, oh, do you know? You are more beautiful to me than the spring, than the new things springing out of the earth in colors vibrant, fresh, alive! You are like breath to my lungs, colors to my eyes, water to my throat. You are newness, beautiful morning, deep chocolaty night. You are all the powerful fury of a monarch. All the deep strength of a man. All the satisfaction of a mother’s breast. I feed on only You. I live only for You. I love only for You. And when this so swift journey through the earth is through. I will dive into eternity. And be one with You.

Creation

In freewrite, lyrics, poetry on May 16, 2011 at 9:16 pm

Hope is the bird that sings while the night is still dark.
Hope is the bird that sings while the night is still dark.
I will awaken the dawn.
I will awaken the dawn.

For You have promised to be faithful,
And all Your promises are true.
You are faithful to redeem,
And I will wait for you.

I am a new creation like the spring.
I am a new creation like the spring.

Hope is the bird that sings while the night is still dark.
Hope is the bird that sings while the night is still dark.
I will awaken the dawn.
I will awaken the dawn.

I wait for you like the watchman wait for the morning;
Like a child waits in the dark for loving arms.
You are faithful to redeem,
And I will wait for you.

I am a new creation like the spring.
I am a new creation like the spring.

I will wait for you while the night is still dark.
I will wait for you while the night is still dark.
I will sing to you while the night is still dark.
I will rest in You while the night is still dark.
I’ll put my hope in You while the night is still dark.
For You remain faithful and true while the night is still dark.

The Spring is coming, The Spring is coming and I will sing.
The Spring is coming, The Spring is coming and I will sing.
For You are faithful, You are faithful – I will sing.
Because You are faithful, You are faithful – I will sing.

For there is a hope, there is a hope
And it is You
For there is a hope, there is a hope
And it is You

softly

In freewrite, lyrics, poetry on May 14, 2011 at 7:28 pm

Speak – softly
Of sunlight and lavender
Speak – softly
Of daisies, and days when we were young.

Speak – softly
of aster and agrimony
Speak – softly
of balsam and canterbury bells.

Speak – softly
Of roses, light pink and thornless.
Speak – softly
Of mornings, and dreams that we’ve loved best.

….

Speak – softly
Of snowdrops and sunflowers.
Speak – softly
Of long walks and endless hours.

Speak – softly
Of clover and meadowsweet
Speak – softly
And whisper close to me.

Speak – softly
Of sunlight, and lavender.
Speak, Softly
Of fennel, and better days to come

“I’ll keep it in mind”

In freewrite, poetry on May 14, 2011 at 7:05 pm

I will keep it in my mind
Wrapped in tissue-paper flowers,
Tied with ribbons made of hours
The color of your eyes.

glasshours

In freewrite, poetry on May 14, 2011 at 7:01 pm

The hours are fragile as glass,
ready to break.

smoke

In freewrite, poetry on May 14, 2011 at 6:47 pm

smoke on the mountains
smoke on the fields
strong enough to mask our sorrows
but not enough to heal.

water beads

In freewrite, poetry on May 14, 2011 at 5:57 pm

String for yourself necklaces
of beads of water
Wear them, as you would diamonds,
around your wrists and throat.

Let them gently
rest upon your eye-lashes.
And roll like jewels
down your long grey coat.

glass beads

In freewrite, poetry on May 13, 2011 at 6:29 pm

glass beads
the color of a deeply blushing flower
wrapped around my wrist,
and I smiled:
my heart is beauty
and I wear it on my sleeve.

ramble

In freewrite, poetry on May 13, 2011 at 10:28 am

Soft strains of piano
Melody rambles on
Like the children on the forest path
Amongst the flowers.