Mystic Notions


The works you see here were submitted by ISparrow's niece, Mystis_Stranger. Most are her original works.

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I'M STILL LOVING YOU

                       By:  Mystic_Stranger

You are the one I think of,
from the day into the night.
How your house was always friendly, 
and your smile was always bright.

And how you loved your flowers
which brightened every table.
And how you'd watch us water them,
and help if you were able.

And how you sang your songs, 
and whistled while you waited.
And how you loved the Holy Word,
and how you never hated.

And I hope that you were happy,
right up until the end.
And I hope you know that you're loved now,
as much as you were then. 

                                       The End
                          Written in memory of my Granny who passed away last summer.

                    
 

MY MYSTIC CHARGER
          By: Mystic_Stranger

I see him standing by the river.
His coat is black,
his horn is silver.
His eyes look at me in firey red.
His thoughts are plain,
his message is said.

My mystic charger is looking at me.
He is not mine,
but belongs to me.
I rode him first in nightmares and dreams.
I know my charger,
is more than he seems.

He tosses his onyx mane behind him.
He comes to me,
I want to ride him.
I do not know if I even dare.
He's not from here,
and may take me there.

I cannot leave with my lovely ride.
He is not solid,
he cannot hide.
He is of a mystic nobility.
My mystic charger,
for the world to see.

THE END


 
UPON WALKING AFTER A RAINSTORM
                                       By: Mystic_Stranger

I discovered a rainbow
as she hid among the clouds.
She peeked shyly out at me
as the rain fell round.
I asked the rainbow,"Are you shy?"
to which she nodded gravely.
"Well shame on you," I scolded her,
"You should be shining bravely."
"You really think," the rainbow beamed,
and she opened up her colors.
You should see my rainbow now, 
she shines beyond all others.

Then I saw a butterfly
as she crouched beneath a leaf.
She saw me as I passed her by
and screamed, "Stay back you thief."
I asked the insect, "What's the matter?"
and heard her sigh distressedly.
"I fear you are a hunter, dear,
and came here to undress me."
"Well, don't be such a silly thing,"
I told the little darling.
"Show you colors proudly now,
and fly off into the morning."

                        THE END

                                                                                           

PERHAPS LOVE IS....
         Author Unknown
Submitted By Mystic_Stranger

Perhaps love is like a resting place
a shelter from the storm.
It exists to give you comfort,
it is there to keep you warm.
And in those times of trouble
when you are most alone--
the memory of love will see you home.

Perhaps love is like a window
perhaps an open door.
It invites you to come closer, 
it wants to show you more.
And even if you loose yourself
and don't know what to do
the memory of love will see you through.

Love to some is like a cloud
to some as strong as steel,
for some a way of living,
for some a way to feel.
And some say love is holding on,
and some say letting go.
And some say love is everything--
some say they don't know.

Perhaps love is like the ocean--
full of conflict and of pain.
Like fire when it's cold outside,
thunder when it rains.
If I should live forever
and all my dreams come true.
My memories of love will be of you.

                         THE END

             


  

THE SKY'S OWN TEARS
           By:  Mystic_Stranger 

I look outside, the sky is crying,
for a world that's lost and dying.
Water seeps from blackened clouds,
and wraps the ground in funeral shrouds,
while all of the dampness glitters like diamonds.

The tears are wet and large and cold,
and under street lamps could be gold.
I look outside and watch the years,
which disappear through shameful tears,
while the sky expels salty drops of sorrow.

All outside the place is wet,
because the sky must pay its debt.
And I stand inside thorough days and nights,
and watch this awful, dreadful sight,
while I wonder if it's safe to cry.

                                THE END


 


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