The dauphin ascends to the throne
With a poise, he reigns there
And calls for absolute power
To claim his supremacy alone.
The queen sees the revolt
And with sweets to the sweet
Wields the magic flurry wand
And spirits him away to the beyond.
Tag: verse
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Dauphin and Queen
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as if it were a dream
My heart is longing
Though my mind is confused.
My soul is tired of sighing,
My spirit is revolted,
Time flows rapidly,
Woes disappear slowly,
I’m tired of repining,
Will the universe conspire
To reset it all anew
As if all of this were a dream
In the likeness of truth? -
exiled
I never told my wishes
But let my concealment,
like a furnace of fury,
feed on my eyes riveted
by ire and impudence;
I eternally pined in thought,
And with a blue and gray melancholy
I sat like Longing on a pew,
smiling at Grief and teardrops
welled in the windows of my soul.
No other Gods listened to my pleas;
No other Sun lit up my heaven,
No other star ever shone for me.
And even yet, I dared not let
my useless passion and vain hope
languish in rapturous, radiant pain;
Drinking deep of that profound anguish,
How could I find my place again? -
Dying today
For all this time beneath this visiting moon,
Where treasure is, my heart has not been at it
with the lights of the lamp glowing in the gloom.
But now I see the voracious time
devour the kingdom of the shore,
And the solid earth rule over the liquid main,
Increasing store with loss and loss with store;
When I see such vicissitudes of state,
Or fate itself repeated over and over;
Splashes of battle have taught me to ruminate
That nothing stays the same to remain forever
And I can’t depend on anything that changes.
This thought is a truth that hope chooses
And in the dying moments of today, fears I lose. -
Tears of Angel
Like a day moon seen apart from a prime sun
Like a dewdrop on the grasses in the afternoon
Sometimes she is visible with her gossamer wings
Flitting over the clouds, then the arc of rainbows.One swirling of her wand, and magic starts:
Grief decreases in halves, happiness doubles.
They need her, and so do you, to use her goodness
as an instant receipt for your rude fat wishes.The never-ending abundance of kindness bestows
On your insatiable needs becoming incessant demands
Because her innocent joy is your defiled jealousy
And what does she get? – Tears you can’t care less. -
Fallen angel
An angel is no angel any more
When she begins to feel
As a blue wind is blowing
And knocking gently
At the door to her heart
With a sweet aeolian flute.The sorrow then enters
With gossamer of longing
She feels but knows not
And the heart with the mist fills
Like the nascent rain descending.The memories are betrayed,
She keeps her wings still;
Heaven is no home remembered,
The world is an abode to be lived,
Embracing hope for a new legend
When she wakes up from the dream
And shines brighter than ever.
Flame, Glass and Ink are Poems, essays, and reading notes by Stefania Joori Suh 
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