Gréachán
Metaphysical Poetry
- Soul Pain ~~~~~~~ The body’s wound may bind with herb and clay, But soul-torn gardens lie beyond the sun. No mortal salve can touch that withered way Where thorns grow inwards till the heart is done. #vss365
- ~~~ As roots entwine beneath the oak unseen, And life ascends where two trunks fuse as one, So soul meets soul in spaces in between Where otherworldly logic joins the moon and sun. ~~~ So love’s soft story proves that Death is Life become. ~~~ #vss365
- When dawn breaks cold upon the frost-touched rose, And petals hold the shadow of the night, Two souls, like rivers meeting, interpose. #vss365
- My shadow keeps secrets when my sunlight died (𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴). #vss365
- The shadow-shore divides what burns from what Remains unlit. The cloud is God’s breath caught Between two darks; the water hoards its gold Like scattered coins the ferryman won’t hold. I stand where evening splits its seam, and see The things that separate the drowned from me. #vss365
- The Graveyard Where mem’ries bleed and ivy claims the wall, I wear the shadow’s cloak and cast none at all. #vss365
- Oh soothing descent of evening rain #vss365
- Soft stars like scattered pollen drift through night, And nebulae bloom gardens cast in peace; The cosmos spins a web of ancient light, And constellations feed the soul’s release. Though heaven vast may soothe the mortal fear, We’re woven still in threads that hold us here. #vss365
