The well calls me
24 June 2016
Your shadow’s light
It beckons to me
Through the waning open walls
Dividing the space
Separating our hands
The reprimands
All things lose power
As your urging mind now calls
A token of grace
Recovery of sight
Nights unveil you
Iridescent ghost
Your visits transforming me
Daily nighttime host
My flesh your choice pasture
The melodies
Do you remember
They sang in our joyous hearts
Then grief seeped through
As you climbed stairs to heaven
Buried in soul
The melodies ring
As I thrive in your embrace
Sheltered by your wing
We fly into night skies
Upwards downwards
The journeys take turns
Revolving dissolving paths
The maps lost in Time
When innocence drew straits
The walls closing
They hold you within
This house of cards that tumble
As the paint peels off
Revealing your essence
Spiraling flight
You me and the light
Nothing compares to your face
Shimmering presence
I dive into your spark
The well calls me
Like ravens from dreams
I fall into the waters
As the trees grow tall
Around liquid grave’s dark
Reading of the poem:
Return 2 – Max Richter
Path 5 (Delta) – Max Richter and Grace Davidson
Dream 8 – Max Richter
Geetha Balvannanathan's Blog - Isis Tratum 
I’ve been a fan of yours for a while, Geetha … I don’t comment in here so much any more because there are only so many times I can write how much I like your work before it starts to seem to be done so by rote, losing its authenticity. If for only that reason, I’m glad I haven’t commented in here for a while, as it means even more for me to say that this poem – in written as in spoken form – is my favorite from you so far. While your poems all along have shown tremendous creativity and imagery, as well as a considerable command of at least the English language (I can’t understand the other languages you write in), this poem seems to combine your talents in a way that shows real poise and balance as a poet.
The poem’s subject really reaches deeply – the title is as appropriate as it can be – and it evokes a response from a part of the mind that is hauntingly familiar for those who Dream or do journey work. The poem also suits your voice 100% – I could listen to your reading of this poem numerous times – this coming from someone who usually prefers to read a poem rather than listen to one. And yes, I will admit that your having included ravens in this poem scored an extra point or two with me, as well 😉
I hope you are doing well, Geetha!
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Thank you Stormwise for your beautiful comments. I always love your comments and they never give the feeling of being worn out 😉 if that is what you were thinking. This poem is very much dreamtime journey and introspection all at once as it is from awake state and not the fuzzy actual dreamtime state. Now the ravens are my favourite birds with the nightingales as you must know by now. There is something about the night that just engulfs me and most of my poetry is composed at night if not dreamt of at night although I do write in daytime too. As for how I am doing, I must say I feel I am ebbing away from this world. It is a strange feeling of fully being and of fading away. It’s a feeling of full meaningfullness of the world and at the same time it feels meaningless and not meant for me. I can’t fully explain it. I hope you are doing well.
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I’m glad my compliments don’t get old or worn out – gods know, you certainly provide enough material to compliment! As for your feeling of ebbing away from this world, perhaps you need a change of location? Somewhere where your insights and creativity can make immediate, positive differences? If not a change of location, then a change of focus? It would be sad to lose your voice, or others like yours, as the world needs such voices like never before.
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Truly your compliments never wear out! I always feel sincerity and intensity in your words. As for the change of location I would love it but have nowhere to go from here 🙂
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I’ve thought the same thing a few times, that there is nowhere left to go … turns out the world is still big enough to hold a few possibilities. All I can do for you is hope that you’ll eventually be positively surprised 🙂
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Thank you. Hope is what guides us 🙂
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And so it did as a step forward
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Very sad one, this
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I guess it depends how you look at it 🙂
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I read it as a wish to join the lost one
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Would that not be something beautiful?
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Yes, certainly, but sad, I think
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Admittedly there are always two aspects to the same thing. Perhaps it is difficult to choose sometimes which way one wants to really see things
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Yes – and the creator can never quite know how the work will be experienced
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Very true!
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Oh my. What does it say?
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What I answered Marissa 🙂
Here is the extended version of it
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Oooh
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But the question is. .. What does it call you?
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