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Free State Landscape

CLEAR NIGHT

My Red Rose
in the stillness of the night
my mind clears away the mist glued on by time

sleep comes easy
my blood in my vains runs calmly, teasing my mind
i go to sleep
with the scent of your fragrance clinging on to me

i will use the clouds as my pillow tonight
the stars as my seeing light
the cricketts and the night birds can be my lullaby
while waters trickle down into a windless night

My Pruple, Dark Rose
in this stormy night
the darkness drugs me, me eyes move patiently ripped open by time

sleep lures me
your skin stopped glowing
i go to sleep
with the touch of your cold fingers on me

I will use you as my pillow tonight
your breathing as my lullaby
while the ocean inside you calms me down

your goodness cracks, it fades, crumbles away
when I touch you like
My Black Rose
in the stillness of the night
life seems to come were life took away some, burned off by time

sleep comes no more
in this furious silent night
my blood has turned into the color you are made from
I run from sleep
with your sweet stench running after me

I will use nothing but the cold to comfort me tonight

oh my Black Rose
Darkness is my friend
it does what light does
it shows me my love

Cecilia M Scholtz
2004

Heavenly is the Dreamland

Heavenly is the Dreamland

Fading in and out of a life
Drenched in illusions of times
A Metamorphis of a Spider
Spinning itself up in its
Satin quilt of wayward dreams

A life suppose to be lucid
To my knowldge, my being
As far it is as lucid as the Silverscreen

Reality flashed by in a misty second
Rooting itself firmly on the horizon
Of this dark, deep blue Sea
Sinking in, in time

I dive deeper into the Sea
Then soar higher up in to the Sky
Living out my Souls’ life
In space where Beings unite

Waking up is so hard
When sucked back at the speed of light
To land hard on the floor of life

Oh, Heavenly is the Dreamland of my being
Such a splendor reversed into
Earthly normality upon impact

CMS 2007

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Verlore Aande

Verlore Aande

In die laat donker aand
wanneer die halfmaan vasklou aan die sterre
wanneer almal moet slaap
lewe halwe drome en halwe gedagtes
en planne van mense half aan die slaap

In die vroee oggend ure
wanneer die koue warm geskyn word deur die son
en mense ontwaak uit die mooie slaap
lewe daar vergete drome en gedagtes
van die verlore aand

Cecilia M Scholtz
07/06

SATIN SILVER

SATIN SILVER

the orange sky lights up the borders of this world
while we lie still under an old tree
curled, up in the wet grass the soft grass
TIME only seems to pass whenever you move
your chest rises up before you breathe

night crawls in over the roof of the sky
we feel peaceful at ease
darkness blocks out all our flaws
the moon lights your skin
satin silver skin
SOUND comes only when you move over the leaves
it crinkles, cracks then fades back into the silence

the wind flows over us.
you smell the air.
your skin tightens.
the wind passes.
the stars twinkle.
or is it your eyes.

it makes me see, my light I follow through life
we count the shooting lights, we wish, we dream
we get lost in this timeless silence
this never-ending DREAM

the first raindrop, a gift from the sky, chooses you
it breaks on your skin, freezes and runs down
slowly, until it reaches the ground
this moment seems perfect like the sky
the forest, like this life

I catch the last shooting light of the night and
wish for this to go on forever and ever
like the hanging moon silent and still
we lie here
not knowing TIME

cecilia m scholtz
2003

WAITING FOR YOU

WAITING FOR YOU

The sky seems weary tonight
The stars look asleep
There is something in this black hole
Shattered underneath
The clouds seem lost
I think they are like me
The wind seems quiet
There is something that he can not see
The moon is taking a stroll in the sky
I hope the angels can hear her cry
The rain slowly moves on
He took my heart away
The candle seems to be lighting
Only the better part of you
The other side seems to be lost
Covered in the darkness
I am waiting for you
Sound seems to be silent
He breaks my heart in two
The warmth has run away
To a better place were he can stay
Your skin seems to be cold
It seems to be shivvvering
I wonder if it is me
Or if it is the far of lightning quivering
I think I will go and take a walk with the moon
See what she is up to
Maybe when I come back
There will be a warm place were I can go to
I am waiting for you

cecilia marzette scholtz
2004