Art – Joanna Salska

In perfect solitude,never alone,
an Isle whole, amidst the dreams undone.

A greying form set deep in evening wood, 
practices stilling time In firey blood

Beyond my home somehow an oddity,
to those who fear all incongruity.

So tangible where their allegiance lies,
their fear finds no reflection in my eyes.
Almost too vivid, as if I might burn, 
the eyes or hearts that dared to look too long.

Touched by the wolf and heron’s majesty, 
the rainbows arc, aurora’s mystic light,

these are the things that set my spirit free, 
Joining their fire to bring my eyes alight.*
This old owl’s imbued, illumined  grace, 
whose lighted eyes know even darkness’ face,
tracing the beauty in all things they see,
the trail of laughing immortality.

Resting on this hill above the  field,
I wait to see what way lightning will take.

And having learned that I am dreaming still,
await wakening’s promise to fulfill.


la danse triste (1st edit)

There is no form of any man you see
that is not shaped to fill your empty eyes,
nor could you ever bear the truth did 
but glimpse your history or unveil your lies.
He, pride shaped like an ancient knotted tree,
bereft of beauty, un supple and unfree,
fears gentle things that call to mockery.
You, beg his strength imploring mastery,
become the perfect sheath to passion sate,
cull from him life to see it dissipate,
weakness to weakness you find each others fate, 
Vengeance, forgiveness, forever disparate.
Inform me then, when you are bruised and torn,  
his life’s seed and his anger’s venom gone,
do you feel him grieve at such vast emptiness,
or fire your scorn as all his power’s spent? 
To hold you for your joy and ask no kiss
unchanged by sorrow, grief, or tenderness,
while you feign nights of love’s betrayal free
I am within, the one you dare not be.



Your scent of rose, your song beyond all ken,
your light the sun of life that touched my skin,
let me awaken to your touch once more,
I close my eyes, I pray my sight restored.

Restrain my fear reveal its arrogance,
waken me to the lie that I could change,
what you bestowed before I left your hand,
untainted and unchanged it has remained.

Kindle my spirit lead my heart to grow,
to share in light the whole of life to know.
Bear me again in wonder through the night,
my soul whole by your grace, restored in sight.

Fulfilled in you let my reflected glow,
be kindled bright to heal as you will guide,
Give me the words to banish and to bless,
Send me with strength and by charity blessed.

Lend me the light to pierce the fear born dreams,
to heal the forests and the running streams,
let me reveal delight in your presence
sounding the end of fear’s long precedence.

Radiant spirit unveiled by willing joy,
you radiate a love too great to hold,
your presence is the sweetest sound of all,
your light gives lie to darkness in my soul.

Return to me and lift me once again,
I swear to bear your love without complaint,
Accepting all forgiveness has proclaimed,
to bear unending joy without restraint.

On quiet nights beneath stars whispered light,
I’ll slip away to seek a quiet grove,
To rest once more with elder and with oak,
to touch the truth you offer all to hold.

To shed these earthen shards for what remains,
revealed as starlight, mercifully unchanged,
To sing once more the words that kindle light,
the timeless paean from the heart of life,

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