http://slow.writerscafe.org/amberlillies The original writings of author AmberLillies en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775981033 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 To know a thing and never say it againTo find the truth that was never pennedIt makes the soul be born-againAgain, again�"and without endThe slithering tail does not taste sweetAn endless feast we must repeatLike babe hanging from virgin teatSuch paradoxes, obsoleteThe holy grail of secrets, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amberlillies/2942607/ "Donot eat of the tree", he saidbeforeEve knew of sin.Thiswas the trap that he designed:forher to fall while she was blind -herignorance, his bliss.  InEden she bloomed among the wild,suchuntamed joy she sought;shedanced with god, and san.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amberlillies/2824442/ What waits me there in your valley?What hollow sound promises hold?Lone visions of my youth, reborn.Dust to dust, I feel so cold. Where is your banner 'mongst the crowd?No safety for this soldier, worn.I suffer here, so why not there?I see no sun, no fire, no war.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amberlillies/1292515/ I am the glass;In want of hands not made of stone.I am the spring;In want of lands untouched by snow. I am the rose;In want of shelter from the frost.I am the child;In want of arms; no longer lost. I am the dew;In want of nights bereft of storm.I am the flow’r;In want of sunlight, ev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amberlillies/1278287/ Amongst the hollow boxes;The shadow, and the rot;What would you whisper from the cold?What would you whisper from the cold? Between the silken veils,What frail words would your tongue find to speak?Would you reveal the corners of your soul?Would you tell me my ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amberlillies/1272839/ I am not one of the stars.The universe, not my kin.I am made of dust;The starstuff of the otherworldBut I am not of the stars. We are all made of star stuff;Small, glittering capsulesOf shrunken suns and glistening moons.But they are not we;And we, not they. I am made of dust;From dust tho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amberlillies/1271981/ Let Morningsing unto her friendThe bold andgentle NightHis lover’slips and sweet caressThe Dawnthere lies upon his chestWhere allthe world is right The silkenMoon has waft the StarsInto theebon skyThey sparklelike the Seas ne’er dr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amberlillies/1111965/ Based on a quote by Erica Jong. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amberlillies/993335/ Is Time thefickle circle clock,Whose handsspin evermore?Is he likecolor on the trees;Or is heendless as the seaThat swayswithout a shore? But what ofLove, and her love Hate;Who is this jester,Pain?The Fools ofFlesh, they bend their backsTo the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amberlillies/979891/  Transparency filtering homelessand pale,The world is a whisperland made upof veils.Our ghosts they walk freelybetween maple trees,Whispering sonnets of yourmemories. The deserts of time filtered fromthe remains,Of broken glass souls who expiredwith .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amberlillies/978617/ Translucentto the moonlight, she,Who bears noname, yet knows the sea.The sailorstoo, who wake to mistPray nevermeet this vessel’s kiss. She travelslow, like morning fog;Floats onthe sea, yet never docks.She hauntsthe tide, so ere she moansAnd .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amberlillies/970920/   In foggy eyes and misty trees,She haunts my conscience, silently.She rules our days with poison sands;We’re building coffins by her hands.She lies and cheats us with the nightOf endless mists and mirrored light;That sadist witch she binds our thought.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amberlillies/970297/ Oh fly,sweet Meadowlark, with dusk,Into theembrace of night.For in thyheart lies loneliness,And in thyshadows, loveliness.Now go, andlet your soul take flight. To feel thenight beneath your wingsMust be sowondrous �" freeing.You spendy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amberlillies/961406/ Didn't turn out like I had originally planned, but it works well enough. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amberlillies/947206/ We set thisworld ablaze, we did;In fire andash, we surfaced.Yet in thehour, Hell rose aflame,The demonsdanced upon the nameOf everythingwith purpose. The heat ofpower trickles downThe templesof the broken.Not all theworld could recompense;Swee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amberlillies/917121/ The Serpentine Theatre arisesFrom the ashes, long forgotten;Phoenix wingcurtains,Lady Lune’s stagelight…The tongues of men rejoiceIn the joyous festivitiesOf streamlined serpentsVerbal intercourse…Rosy, lady lipssipTurpentine Wine;A v.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amberlillies/870847/ A little long... Longer than I intended, to be sure... Lets see if it works. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amberlillies/863984/ Somewhat older piece... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amberlillies/861313/ Short Bit - part of a larger, but I wanted to post the first. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amberlillies/861308/ Poem inspired from the picture. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amberlillies/861305/ Old writing, just reposting. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amberlillies/861303/ The World is lowly,gentle Fawn,Our Day is dying, restless stillThe Dusk cries out Child,sleep; sleep on...The Morning wakes, the fog breathes on,O'er emerald seas and hollow hillsThe World is lowly,gentle Fawn,Rememb'ring all, soft dénouement,Of the silken fl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amberlillies/861252/