LOVE, MUSIC, POETRY, SOUL, Uncategorized

Breathing In These Things

I am once again honoured to share the work of the sultry and soulful songstress, Pamela from Penny’s Scar. I particularly love this track. Follow Penny on Twitter and listen to her catalogue of gorgeous alternative ballads for free on SoundClick.

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I cried and I tried but I just can’t hold it in

All the pain

I scream when I dream all these thoughts in my head

They keep haunting me

Breathing

Breathing in these things

The clock on the wall keeps looking back at me

Why are you screaming

The hurt well I tucked it away underneath

Well I still feel everything

Crawl every time but you won’t see me

I’m hiding from me

All of the pain that feels you why you bleed

There’s time to breath

Breathing

Breathing in these things

Why does a heart start to bleed when it needs too much

Does it ever fade

Why do we love more than love holding onto it at all

Do you love the pain

Breathing

Breathing in these in things

Breathing

Breathing in these things

Breathing

Breathing in these things

Breathing

Breathing in these things

 

*Listen for free on SoundClick Player*

 

~Lyrics ©Penny’s Scar

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FICTION & POETRY, LOVE

Kaleidescope Eyes

She always brought the sunshine on a rainy day, the girl who saw my chromatic world through her beautiful green Kaleidoscope eyes.

She walked across the dance floor in silver stilettos, Killer heels, swathed in sensuous silk, her dress a river of red flowing into my hungry arms.

To the tempo of the tango, we danced my blues away …

WRITING & BLOGGING

Cosmic Dust

Where did He begin and She end?

The Alpha and Omega of Soul Love

Creating a bridge across forever

Two hearts entwined as Twin flames

Until one let the Stranger in …

She came as a comet blazing a trail

Through their sun, moons and stars

Tearing their solar system apart

And the other?

Violently flung out of Love’s orbit

Heartbroken

Trust disintegrated

Into cosmic dust

Leaving a broken world

Lost on a sea of infinity…

LOVE, POETRY, Uncategorized

Asphalt Puddle

It is my absolute pleasure to welcome back to EdenDene Books one of my favourite Artists, the beautiful and talented Penny from Penny’s Scar. Her voice transports me to a special place, her vocals are sultry, soft, sexy and lush.Her songs, deep, meaningful, mysterious and touch both heart and soul. Listen for yourself and hear and feel the magic that is Penny’s Scar.

 
 
 
 
Lyrics ~
 
 
Kiss the shadow in the darkness
Paint the sky with rain
I never needed you to love me
Love only causes pain
I don’t know about your magic
Seems it’s gonna fade
Tumbling now through the heartless
Faces changing in front of me
Drowning in this asphalt puddle
There’s waves of smoke from all from all the steam
Break the sorrow of contemplation
Wrap me in the truth
I never needed you to love me
I never needed you
So now I wander aimlessly
I’m guided by the moon
Tumbling now through the heartless
Faces changing in front of me
Drowning in this asphalt puddle
There’s waves of smoke from all from all the steam
I will kiss tomorrow like I kissed yesterday
Hide my heart from the world outside
Keep it under lock and key
I dangle here for you
I’m dangling
Tumbling now through the heartless
Faces changing in front of me
Drowning in this asphalt puddle
There’s waves of smoke from all from all the steam
I never needed you
I never needed you to love me
I never needed you
I never needed you to love me
Tumbling now through the heartless
Faces changing in front of me
Drowning in this asphalt puddle
There’s waves of smoke from all from all the steam
I never needed you
I never needed you to love me
I never needed you
I never needed you to love me
I never needed you
 
Words/music

Penny’s Scar © 2019

 
 
 

    *You can follow Penny on Twitter for all her songs and poetry *

FICTION & POETRY, SOUL, SPIRITUALITY, Uncategorized, WRITING

Beautiful Soul

Thinking of some beautiful souls I know…

 

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You bring a gift to the Earth

The song of your eternal soul

Sings magic words of power

Beauty’s cleansing shower

Washing away pain & debris

Torn psyches healed & whole

Spirits soar freed from captivity

Dancing in the Light of rebirth

 

~Eily Nash (2019)

 

 

FICTION & POETRY, POETRY, SPIRITUALITY, True Life, Uncategorized

The Ballad Of The Magical Music Man

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“He’s in you, He’s in me…The gentle breeze rustling through the trees and sun kissed rain falling upon storm tossed seas”

The open road can be very long when you are weary and have travelled way too far with a heavy burden of baggage of life slung on your back. I see by your eyes you are tired and alone, so come join me, sit down. Warm your bones by my fire. Kick back, rest for a while. Hear me strum my guitar, we’ll serenade the night by the light of the moon and soft starlight. I can offer you to sup the fruit of the vine, some elderflower wine, maybe a drop of Moonshine, or Dandelion beer? Whatever your choice, a cup of good cheer.

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In the words of my song, there’s a tale to be told, my story is not new but a ballad of old. You see I have walked this path for many a year and many a traveller has  greedy an ear to sit down and share good food sizzling on the pan and hear the music retell the ‘Ballad of the Magical Music Man’.

He was the stranger I met outside my tent, just like you, when my soul was rent and this old heart heart has been broken in two. Chanced upon me singing the blues for those feeling old, battle worn and ravaged by time, strumming their stories in words and in rhyme.

He sat down beside me, kicked off his travelling boots and warmed his toes by the fire. I noticed the flames grew brighter and quite a bit higher. I saw the smile in his eyes, they laughed at it all, the highs and the lows, just how we can fall and how we can soar. Take flight, feeling fear like a Doe or face the good fight with a Lion’s roar.

“Met them all, without judgement”… he said, “those fizzing with life and the walking dead! Saw deep in their hearts and souls, secrets long buried, so easily read.”

The Magical Music man? I asked where was he from? He grabbed a banjo and just started to strum. Asked where he was heading? His cobalt eyes looked to a star strewn sky, “How’s that for bedding?!'”Came his enigmatic reply.

The tales he could tell brought laughter and tears. Taught you enjoy your life and face your fears. He’d easily pick up and play many a tune on a tin whistle, a flute lute or lyre. By the light of moon and fading camp fire. He’d make a Mandolin sing with plaintive desire. Told me he’d climbed the Himalayas, played both Bowls and Tingsha in Tibetan Temples on the roof of the World and the Banjo in the mountains of Appalachia. Said he’d sat with Siddhas at the banks of the Ganges and strummed a Sitar, then crossed the Mississippi to Memphis with his guitar. There was not a sight he had not seen, nor a place he had not been.

He was a Wizard, a Seer, both Mage and the Sage. He was an innocent child, and as old as time, a conundrum, paradox and rhyme. The soft, mountain stream, the sun on your face. He understood the rage of righteous might and black bayou’s in the dark heart of night. A gift of Grace and not of this time or this place.

When he left, I was a better man for him finding me when I had lost my way, pray one day he finds you too. The Magical Music Man, he’ll see right through you and set you straight on the path that is meant to be. No hiding, no defence or false pretence.

It’s no surprise he gave no name, without sin, without blame, the Magical Music Man? An Angel in disguise. A guiding Light through life’s dark night, illuminating God in  you and God in me…

The gentle breeze and the storm tossed seas.

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©Eily Nash -2019

For Peter Cabot-My Guiding Light, Always ✨

LOVE, MAGIC, POEM, POETRY, Uncategorized, WRITING, WRITING & BLOGGING

Driftwood

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‘By Power of the Night
And bright Moon Light
On shifting sands of time
Let my True Love be mine!’
From his lonely shore he did not hear the siren’s’ plea.
Her words returned…
Driftwood, on the ebb-tide of the sea.
~Eily Nash
MUSIC, POEM, POETRY

Moon Song

I am so happy to share a beautiful poem from my friend and amazingly talented singer, Penny from Penny’s Scar.

Find my ethereal Chanteuse and Poet on Twitter @pennys_scar

Enjoy listening to her music for free. Her songs are mysterious, sensual and evocative and are on Soundclick 💕 Click the link and be transported to a magical place ✨

Image provided by Penny’s Scar

POEM, POETRY, Uncategorized, WRITING, WRITING & BLOGGING

Wisdom of the Fae

Wandering in the woods today,

I heard the wisdom of the Fae,

“Beware the games people play!”

How true, the untruths people say!

Tinkling laughter, so bright & gay.

Smiling,  I went merrily on my way.

 

~Eily Nash

 

🌺🌳🥀🐝🧚‍♀️🦋🐛🦄🍄

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Isn’t she just Precious?! Fairy by Arthur Rackham.

 

POETRY, Uncategorized

Aedh Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven

I  have a deep love for Yeats sublime poem “Aedh Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven” from his collection “The Wind Among The Reeds” (published in 1988) as well as for the Pre-Raphaelites and  these lush paintings by Edward Robert Hughes are just perfect…

 

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Edward Robert Hughes ~ “Night With Her Train Of Stars”

 

 

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

~W.B Yeats~

 

by Edward Robert Hughes
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Uncategorized

The Young Man’s Song

I adore this line from “The Young Man’s Song” from “Responsibilities” (1916), which is your favourite Yeats?

“For he would be thinking of love

Till the stars had run away 

And the shadows eaten the moon.”

 

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I whispered, “I am too young,”
And then, “I am old enough”;
Wherefore I threw a penny
To find out if I might love.
“Go and love, go and love, young man,
If the lady be young and fair,”
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
I am looped in the loops of her hair.

Oh, love is the crooked thing,
There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away,
And the shadows eaten the moon.
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
One cannot begin it too soon.

 

~ W.B Yeats

 

POETRY, Uncategorized

The Song of Wandering Aengus

I have a passion for poetry, I’d like to share some of my favourite works for you to enjoy, I’d love to hear your favourites too!

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I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
~W.B.Yeats
MAGICK, MAGIK, WRITING & BLOGGING

Silver Scissors

 

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No longer sensing her Presence by his side,

the dark Mage vainly searched

the ethers for the witch’s Essence.

For that which magick engendered

had disappeared as a thief into the night.

Silver scissors cut the cords

and silken ties became undone

in all directions of time.

 

Eily Nash

Dark Verse, FICTION & POETRY, GOTHIC, LOVE, POEM, POETRY, Uncategorized, WRITING & BLOGGING

Strange Love

When the pain became too much to bear,

He banished her to the dark recesses of his mind.

By being viciously unkind he could pretend to himself he didn’t care.

But she knew, and let him be, for such was their strange love. 

 

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Eily Nash

WRITING & BLOGGING

Lady of Light, Lady of Night

The Lady beguiles you

Intrigued you draw near

She is a paradox

Of Light and Dark

Kissed by golden sunlight

And the midnight hour

Of black witchcraft

 

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She is both heavenly Angel

And a hellfire Demon

If you wish to know her

Please proceed carefully 

For what you think you see

May just be enchantment

For nothing is as it truly seems

Life a dream within a dream

 

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Dare beckon her at the witching hour

You summoned, now feel her power

No longer in control

Lost to lust and love

Beguiled by Beauty

Bewitched  by Spell craft

★☆★☆★

 

Image by Enrique Meseguer from Pixabay
POEM, POETRY, Uncategorized

The Summoning

 

 

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The Lady beckons to you beguilingly. Obsidian eyes, flashing danger and delight. Her smile, enigmatic, promising delicious secrets to be shared. Tresses of sun kissed silken strands of gold, a river flowing down her innocent back. Mixed messages carried on an air of danger. Fascinated, intrigued you draw near.

She is an enigmatic paradox, formed from Light and Dark. Blessed by sunlight’s golden rays and kissed by the midnight hour, black magick and the devil’s claw. Heavenly Angel, hellfire Demon.Was her Soul star born in the fiery firmaments above or forged somewhere north of Midnight?

Her essence envelopes you. She is not physically there, yet she is everywhere. On your skin, in your mind, you feel her Presence. Bringing both delights and torments. You love her. You hate her. Want her and need her, repulsed at meeting the devil within fearing possession you push her away.

Is she a Succubus, or a figment of fragmented wanton lust rampaging through the caverns of your ravaged mind? Or is she a witch, adept at the Dark Arts and  enchantment has placed you under her eternal spell? ✨

 

© Eily Nash~ 2019

POEM, POETRY, Uncategorized, WRITING & BLOGGING

The Precipice

Beautiful image: Pixabay.com

The precipice, a perilous place, far beyond the safe confines of the city walls and the hinterlands of right and wrong.

Inexorably pulled to the edge of decision, Chase stood hypnotised by angry crashing waves, pounding heart beats upon a lonely shore.

Far out to sea, he heard her call. Siren. Temptress. One leap forward into the unknown, falling, tumbling into her dark depths and he would be free to ride upon passion’s tumultuous waves.

Or one step back from the beckoning, beguiling edge of danger…one step back into the barren wastelands of his life.

Eily Nash ~2019

MAGICK, MAGIK, POEM, POETRY, Uncategorized, WRITING & BLOGGING

Sky Clad Skin

 

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Image by Efes Kitap from Pixabay

 

Firm upon the rich dark earth I do stand,

My seeking arms reaching up to touch dove grey skies.

Softly, slowly raindrops fall and still I call.

Dancing, chanting, singing, weaving until

A sheet of rain falls down upon my silken sky clad skin.

With a singing heart, this child of Gaia smiles,

Showered by love and blessings  from above

Knowing she has summoned, you…

Her one true love.

 

© Eily Nash

POEM, POETRY, Uncategorized, WRITING & BLOGGING

Hellfire

Beguiled by my burning flame

Little moth, play your game

Beware what you seek from me

My fire burns with the intensity

To destroy you and your desire

For I am forged from hell fire.

 

© Eily Nash

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Image by Stefan Keller from Pixabay

POEM, POETRY, Uncategorized, WRITING & BLOGGING

Rose from a Lover

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Black Rose courtesy of my talented son Ryan Nash

 

 

My true love gave to me a rose.

Intoxicated by the sweetness of its scent 

I did not feel the thorns ripping my flesh,

Until my soul fled…

Leaving my wounded heart to bleed.

 

 

 

© Eily Nash

POEM, POETRY, Uncategorized

IN TOO DEEP

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Laying down his head to sleep

Knew he was in far too deep

He met her on the field of dreams

Where nothing is as it truly seems

Infatuation, love, lust and insanity

Was she for real or just a fantasy

Day tried to steal night’s magic away

She danced in his mind, work and play

Waiting for the witching Midnight hour

To cast the spell of love’s magic power

© Eily Nash

 

FICTION & POETRY, POETRY, Uncategorized

Scattered Seeds

The girl you once knew, oh so very long ago

Comes unbidden, dancing into your thoughts

Laughing and playing as if it were yesterday

Fragrant fragments of moments caught in time.

Do you recall the innocent sweetness of it all…

And hear distant whispers of a long forgotten Love

Where did the magic go? What could have been?

Questions without answers destined to always be

Nothing more than scattered seeds, dandelion dreams

Carried across the lonely landscape of your mind.

 

©Eily Nash ~ 2019

 

 

 

 

 

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Image: Eily Nash

POEM, POETRY, Uncategorized

The Wisdom Of The Trees

I am delighted to welcome a super guest to Edendene Books and share with you all this beautiful poem on the beauty and magic of nature by my Texan Twitter friend Just~Randy😎 @jafah2012

Each day as I walk

I hear the trees and their talk

I listen to their stories

And marvel at their glories

For they’ve weathered each storm and greeted every moon

And yet they still stand tall full in bloom

Sometimes they whisper

Others they stand still

But they never steer me wrong

And my walks seem less long..

🌿🍃🌿✨🌿🍃🌿✨🌿🍃🌿

Beautiful image supplied by Randy.

LOVE, POEM, POETRY, Uncategorized

Fireflies and Faraway Eyes

He was a Hero, battle scarred and worn.

Heart frozen in the hinterlands of winter.

Feelings imprisoned under lock and key

Eyes unable to leave behind sights unseen

Inside, the silent scream trapped in his mind

Tainted by filthy dirt and detritus of mankind

A fallen Angel, broken wings ravaged and torn.

Until he met her, the girl with faraway eyes.

Her smile held the promise of Summer days

Beguiled by beauty, trusting in innocent love

He stepped from the darkness into her Light

Intrigued by the mysteries of night, he followed

Golden fireflies into the heart of her forest

They danced, sang and drank sacred wine

By firelight they lay beneath a Harvest moon

Earth and Sky became one in Hieros Gamos

He arose from the forest floor, a fallen Angel

Sanctified, restored by Grace, soared once more

Image from Pixabay.com

~Eily Nash 2019

WRITING, WRITING & BLOGGING

The tale of the 40D’s and Tiffany’s ;)

O’er, my Beloved’s thoughtless treat has caused me such diistress. He has given given me a bucket of manky stress 🙁

Dear Eily, what could make you so mad. Has your man been really bad??!😡

Well listen up, M’dears with eager ears…

‘Darling, I am going to gift you a Premier 24 hour Membership of the gym with me!’ Says he, a touch too gleefully.🏋️‍♀️🤼‍♀️🚴‍♀️🏊‍♀️

I trembled, I shook. Sweaty excercise, so not in my book!

‘Er, no! ‘ says I ‘that would make me cry. I am lush & lovely as I am. Don’t you appreciate my gorgeous assets, 40D … do you want to shrink me?? ‘

I saw the thoughts whirl in his head…

‘Oh no my Love, what would you prefer instead?’

‘Beloved, I don’t want to throw my toys from my pram, but I’d rather like a shiny, Sparkly something, maybe a little trinket from Tiffany’s!’ 💍💝💎

His face lit up in a big smile, ‘The 40D’s are here to stay, the Tiffany trinkets are on the way!!’

LOVE, POEM, POETRY

Moonbeam

Image:Pixabay

As the moon pulls the tides of the seas and the oceans, do you feel me, my love, coming to you as warm waves washing upon the shores of your dreams?

I bring to you unspoken driftwood gifts of love, trust and eternal devotion for you to find upon the shifting sands of your lonely shore.

Do you feel the essence of me, playing softly on your skin, dancing and delighting in you, my touch silken as a soft moonbeam.

And in your waking hours will you remember fragments of a fragrant dream, where we danced on water beneath a Lovers moon?

~Eily Nash 2019

Uncategorized

The Colours of You

 

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My Beloved Child, My Jennifer, My first True Love

 

If I were to write the Colours of you, every single facet, every beautiful hue, my beautiful child woman  Jennifer what would your palette be?

The lush green of the trees in a forest of old and the soft silver breeze rustling their leaves.A secret path through ancient woodlands, liminal rites to numinous sights heralded by the Song of the Nightingale, Supernatural Sight of the Crow, Owl’s wise words and peaceful flutterings from the gentle touch of soft Dove’s wings, feathers of black, brown, white and grey, birds singing and calling from night to day. The gossamer whisper of the Fey at play, dancing in a circle of iridescent light of violet, pink, chartreuse, champagne, larimar blue, citrine and cyan, then resting upon rich mossy banks and verdigris lichen covering bark. Drinking nectar from buttercup yellow and evening dew whilst Bluebells ring the song of the rich earth.

Will these colours do, are they the magical colours of you?  There is yet more depth I see, that you reveal to me…

Azure Aegean waters fringed by soft sea foam running upon silver speckled, white washed sands. Shimmering dashes of silver dancing in cobalt blue, fishes darting through coral caverns over opalescent sea shell pink. Starfish and sea horses at play. Whales  cutting through density, singing ancient songs of the Keepers of the Deep followed by chromatic Dolphins dancing on sapphire seas.

Your softness is that of a bird on the wing, the honey bees and a butterfly kiss upon the sweet meadow flowers and fragile violets, delicate snowdrops and wild roses. Yet, within you, the strength born of the ages, forged in the foundries of life. Black Granite and White Marble, crystal caverns of selenite, amethyst, jade, jasper, moldavite and Precious stones of many hues, ruby red, Sapphires blue, emeralds green, topaz, opals and pearls, dazzling diamond light.Your fire and your passion a lava flow, burning fires and embers glow.

All these colours of the earth, the sea and fire reside within you, yet most of all you are My Aniela, My Angel, my heaven sent child.

Sunset rays of red and gold, purple and orange, colours so regal, colours so bold. Moonlight on a star stud blanket of darkest night. Sunrise, proud and resplendent dancing in the morning sky. Clear raindrops kissed by light, rainbows dancing in delight.

My beautiful child woman with Alabaster skin, knowing burnt umber eyes and flowing locks of rich nutmeg hair and a secret smile of a wild rose. The colours of you, are all the colours in this beautiful world, for you, my daughter are all the colours of the world to me. Love Beyond Infinity, your Mother.

For your Birthday and Every day x

 

 

FICTION & POETRY, LOVE, MAGIC OF NATURE, OCCULT, SOUL, SPIRIT, SPIRITUALITY, Uncategorized

The Yggdrasil

 

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Tree Of Life from Pinterest

 

Would that I were the wild West Wind

And you, a tree rooted in complacency

I would blow a storm into your world

Shaking dead leaves from your boughs

And uncloaked, you would stand bare

Bathed by the soft Light of the Moon

Staring in wonder at the cloth of heaven

Drawn over you by the hand of Night

 

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Image~Pixabay

 

Sleep now, my love, beneath starry skies

‘Til the stirrings of Spring awakens you

Kissed by rain and soft sunlight, reborn

Will you remember me, the raging storm 

Gifting  you with  ‘knowing’, my Yggdrasil…

When all is still in the forest of your mind

Hear my voice, a whisper on the West Wind

 

You felt the kiss of morning rain and soft sunlight 

and as we danced with the stars in the heavens above

You finally learned to live, My Love…

 

Eily Nash ~2018

POEM, POETRY, Relationships, Uncategorized

Bittersweet Symphony

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Image:Pixabay.com

Knowing you did me wrong

I penned the lyrics to a song

Oh the sweetest agony

Of your truth and lies

Behind innocent eyes

You played me hot

You played me cold

Who would you choose

Could I bear to lose?

Was it her? Was it me?

Was I your Queen

Was she your scene?

What are you to me?

A bittersweet symphony.

~Eily Nash~

Dark Verse, POEM, POETRY, Uncategorized, WRITING

North of Midnight

 

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Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

 

 

Beguiled by her terrible beauty

And the lure of Obsidian eyes 

I followed her essence willingly

Into a midnight velvet world

Only to find my beloved’s heart

Forged in a foundry of darkness

Somewhere North of Midnight

Had captured my eternal soul

 

 

Eily Nash~2018

POETRY, Uncategorized, WRITING & BLOGGING

On The Wings Of The Wind

 

 

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Photo by Johannes Plenio on Pexels.com

 

Deep in the dark caverns of your mind

Thoughts threatening to capsize you

A small boat without safe harbour

Lost upon a vengeful and merciless sea …

 

My heart has heard your cries of pain

Felt the heavy burden of unspoken words

Weighing you down with secrets untold

Brought to me on the wings of the wind…

 

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Photo by Denis Yudin on Pexels.com

 

And as a Lighthouse in the darkness

Allow me cast Hope upon your despair

Come find your way back home to me

For just one moment in time, stand still…

 

We shall drink in the sweetness of life

Smile at bees and wild flowers dancing

Walk  through tall meadow grass

Listening to love whisper in the trees…

 

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Photo by Felix Mittermeier on Pexels.com

 

For the magic of nature feels

The yearning of your heart

And I, your Soul friend, reach out

And silently say “I know…”

 

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Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

 

 

© Eily Nash 2018

 

 

 

POEM, POETRY, Uncategorized

Secret Desire

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Hellelil and Hildebrand, the Meeting on the Turret Stairs by Frederic William Burton (1864)

 

When Two Worlds Collide

Behind innocent words

And Fathomless eyes

Silent Expectations Spark

Flames Of Secret Desire …

 

 

 

This beautiful & evocative painting is in the National Gallery of Ireland

 

 

 

 

 

Uncategorized, WRITING & BLOGGING

Written in the Stars

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Night by Edward Robert Hughes

 

Come to me, my own True Love

I will show you wonders above

Behold! Diamonds of Celestial Light

Cast upon a blanket of darkest night

A story of Love begins to unfold

An ancient tale once more told

For you and I, my Own True Love

Are written in the stars above❤

 

Eily Nash 2016 ~for my Husband

 

 

 

POETRY, Uncategorized, WRITING & BLOGGING

Wine of Desire

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1985-Ary Sceffer The Ghosts of Paolo and Francesca appear to Dante & Virgil

By the light of a fire burning bright

The Lady sought love in the night

Desire ignited within her dark eyes

She went to him with innocent guise

In his chamber her Lord did wait

With his black heart full of hate

After Hearts and bodies did entwine

He gave her a goblet of ruby wine

The venom brought her to the floor

He told his wife he loved her no more

It was another who set him aflame

He was callous and without shame

As the poisoned wine her life did take

A final promise she did make

Beyond the grave, his cruel crime

He would rue until the end of time

♥~♥~♥

Eily Nash 2015

ART, MYTH, POETRY, Verse

Lily Flame

 

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William-Adolphe Bouguereau ~ La Nuit (1883)

Lady Lily Flame

My Lady,  My Love, My Lily Flame

Do you wear a sullied cloak of shame

Has purity and innocence taken flight

To the beguiling dark embrace of Night

Nyx and Erebus, alluring, starless charms

Mists enticing you into seductive arms

My Lady, My Love, My Lily Flame

Guileless innocence, without blame

Deny the Ferryman his Stygian fee

From Thanatos tenebrous domain flee

By  flames of Winter burning bright

Take safe passage through the  night

My Lady, My Love, My Lily Flame

Capricious gods may play Night’s game

Gates of the rising sun light the way

To sanctuary of Hemera’s breaking day

Purified by the kiss of the  Morning Dew

Absolution and Benediction fall on you

~Eily Nash 2015

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William-Adolphe Bouguereau~Day (1881)