YOU ARE...

YOU ARE made of cosmic dust

From a billion sparkling stars

You are what makes the sun and moon

You are everything near and far

You are the rock that holds things in place

And the tree that stands tall and strong

You are where you are today

Exactly where you belong

You are the rain that falls from your eyes

That washes away your pain and fears

Like a magnificent ocean wave

The same substance as your tears

You are the crickets and birds that sing your song

And the fire that makes you dance

You are the grass that tickles your soles

Nothing happens by chance

You are a flower in constant bloom

And that butterfly that flutters in the wind

You are the heart that fills your space

With the love you feel within

YOU ARE……DIVINE…..remember?

© sj.irvine…12-20-16

Dragon Attack

The sleepy dragon has awakened

A fire has erupted in his belly

He violently shakes

His breath quickens

His heart is beating violently

The lava starts to flow through his veins

Oh…. the burn….the burn…the burn

The burn is unbearable

He must lash out to get rid of the burn

His eyes full of daggars

He is unable to see straight

Don’t look at him….

And he doesn’t want you to anyway

So he speaks

But the words are sharp and painful

Painful to hear…painful to say

Because if he doesn’t speak

He will explode

Too late…..

The impact will cause damage

Some can be repaired….some not so lucky

He roars in anguish

His sharp claws viciously attack

The sharp tongue spews poison

Leaving scratches in the heart

Scars upon the soul

Bruises on the skin

And tears upon the face

Exhausted ….

A head full of grogginess breaks

The fog clears

And he sees what he has done

He is remorseful

In a way….

He is so tired….

Hooded eyes give way to rest

And he slips back into his slumber

Leaving me to take care of his mess.

© Sherry Carter Irvine – February 25, 2014

Genie in a Bottle

She lives inside the bottle

Where she perceives the magic is

That tasty golden liquid

With ice and spritely fizz

But the magic in that bottle

Has stolen all her light

Leaving waves of broken hearts

And shadows from many fights

The magic in that bottle

Has taken all her joy

Gifted her with suffering

For her and her two boys

The thing she doesn’t realize is

She’s filled with golden light

She’s brilliant and she’s beautiful

She’s amazing and she’s bright

She forgets….SHE is the genie

The magic's within herself

Rich with lessons and experience

Here to share her wealth

She has chosen this river

Her spirit understands

May the bottle she resides in

Rest gently upon dry land.

Carrie on…..

sj.irvine - February 9, 2016

I Rest My Eyes Inside Your Soul

I rest my eyes inside your soul

And listen to your stories

Some are new and some are old

So many more yet to be told

I rest my eyes inside your soul

As you walk with Mother Earth

Across hot sands and wooded lands

So many moons ago

Your soul is filled with love and tears

Of a thousand births and deaths

Of war and peace, victories and defeat

The stories you tell my dear

Tired feet and blistered soles

Through many ages you've walked

A long way travelled as your story unravels

This journey of your soul

Your history recorded, happy or morbid

Lessons learned, each take their turn

Each negative and positive thought

Is everything that you are

You've come along way, embraced each day

For each step is divinely timed

Your heart whispers truth, may love be your fruit

May you be filled with joy, I pray.

© Sherry Carter Irvine – February 24, 2014

The Elegant Dragon and The Beautiful Bird

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A long time ago,

Where the white river runs

Lived an elegant dragon

Elegantly named ….Ty E. Rion

He was dressed in the finest

Blue silk and gold thread

Complete with a lacy white ruff

He held a gold scepter - for balance I read

His ears flapped like wings

His face was all wrinkled

His breath smelled like camp fire

His eyes how they twinkled

His nails were all polished

And sharpened with care

Any hair that he had was

Taken care of with Nair

Now, the elegant Ty E. Rion

Was and a bit selfish, was he

He had grown up in grandeur

In a rich kingdom you see

Out in the woods, he went one day

And he heard a beautiful song

He knew he had to have it

But he knew to take it was wrong

He spied upon the beautiful bird

Who sang that beautiful song

A waterfall sprang from his golden eyes

And he let out a great big sob

A river of tears flowed steadily
Down his great big cheeks
He quickly reached out and grabbed her 

And she let out a "tweet-squeak-tweet"

He imprisoned her selfishly

In a small golden cage

She would sing only for him

While he ate, drank and played

So she sang the songs of sorrow

Oh he loved that sweet voice

But his heart felt a burden

And he knew he had no choice

He released her from the golden cage

As gently as a dragon could

And to his utter and sheer delight

It was then he understood

Her song was loud, it was brilliant

As sweet as the morning sun

He realized her beautiful songs

Were meant to be enjoyed….

By everyone

© Sherry Carter Irvine – October 28, 2013