The winding footsteps
2 February 2016
Wherever
I walk to the hiss
Of nighttime
And ravens
I find bloodied safe havens
The riddles galore
December
It creeps into Heart
Ice and rock
Like playgrounds
Fitted with the snowbound ears
Readied coals’ embers
I colour
The dreams of the lost
Cast souls’ mast
Wild banners
My fingers know not the cost
Of lilies and smears
The white flag
Hovering like breath
Under tears
Play do me
Child clay a pool of dark fears
My music a sin
Wave the wand
Glory disappears
Magic wanes
Sugar melts
Truth around us how it pelts
Hail to story’s spin
Stir the pot
We cook what we dream
Stew and Heart
Spices art
Of broth and the melting meet
Pieces of our selves
Eleven
Moons in the wings’ folds
Seven skies
Greet my sighs
We sever what we know not
The winding footsteps
Reading of the poem:
Colours of the night – Evi Vine
December – Wooden Arms
For the Dreamers – Evi Vine
Tide – Wooden Arms
How Time Flies – Evi Vine
Chariclia – Wooden Arms
In this moment – Evi Vine
Geetha Balvannanathan's Blog - Isis Tratum 
This makes me feeli like moving from one era to another…. valuing time…the very essence of time… you never failed to amaze me..
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Thank you so much. I had written this one in a bit of a dreamstate, almost falling asleep. I am glad that haziness seeped through 🙂
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This makes me think how fast time goes! It’s beautifully written! You always write so eloquently . I love how you always add music to your pieces. I do the same thing. Music move a me in a way nothing else does. 🙂 ❤️
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Thank you Carisa and yes, I agree, music moves us all as it directly touches the soul. There is no need for lengthy words there. All is already said 🙂 ❤️
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I love the out of body feel of this piece, Geetha, like I am watching the year slip by from some vantage point, trapped between the sands of a hourglass.
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That is so appropriate as an image Thomas and very close to what I had in mind. I actually used a staircase going into a cloud with the initial journey beginning on the sand for the poet. Very insightful indeed. I really love your comments. Thanks for keeping them coming my friend 🙂
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You are welcome, Geetha. I am happy to have been able to connect with this piece, so deeply. Always, my friend 🙂
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Superb! Aside from the thought provoking words you’ve written, you’ve included a passion of mine – the Sphinx. I’ve never heard of Evi Vine, either and she was a revelation. Thank you.
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Thank you Rob and welcome. The Sphinx is a great passion of mine too. Evi Vine is delicious, a real nectar as her name promises surreptitiously :).
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I am now a fan!
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Great! I am a fan too. She has such a soulful voice and beautiful lyrics, just the kind I love
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Have you listened to Eva Cassidy? She’s soulful as well, but performed other writers songs. I hope that you don’t mind that I’m posting a song here. It’s Eva Cassidy performing the standard Oh, Danny Boy. Sadly, cancer had taken her life when she was but 33 years old.
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Yes I’ve heard her sing. Thanks for sharing this piece. There are so many beautiful singers to be heard that probably one lifetime would not suffice.
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