Two Hundred Years Gone
Lost like some are
that would wish to fly
on mad and terrible dreams.
Lost like those who starve themselves
of sleep, plunge into
the unscouted depths.
Nature’s seductive hymn
takes your mind past
the lonely void
to where your signature forms,
and your voice hatches out of spring
like the primrose and the daffodil.
Lost like time is lost
to the very old and very young.
Lost like the original light,
that weaves in the hearts of some
to help the rest of us survive.
Copyright © 1997 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Malevolent Pegasus Literary Zine” November 2015
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“Allison Grayhurst intertwines a potent spirituality throughout her work so that each poem is not simply a statement or observation, but a revelation that demands the reader’s personal involvement. Grayhurst’s poetic genius is profound and evident. Her voice is uniquely authentic, undeniable in its dignified vulnerability as it is in its significance,” Kyp Harness, singer/songwriter, author.
“Allison Grayhurst’s poems are like cathedrals witnessing and articulating in unflinching graphic detail the gritty angst and grief of life, while taking it to rare clarity, calm and comfort. Grayhurst’s work is haunting, majestic and cleansing, often leaving one breathless in the wake of its intelligence, hope, faith and love amidst the muck of life. Many of Allison Grayhurst’s poems are simply masterpieces. Grayhurst’s poetry is a lighthouse of intelligent honour… indeed, intelligence rips through her work like white water,” Taylor Jane Green, Registered Spiritual Psychotherapist and author.
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I especially like the last lines….lost like the original light that still exists in some to help the rest survive…I hope I still have some of that original light.