Emma’s Journey


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Now no more the slanting rays
Of rain or snow, this poetry
Of weather charting the bright haze
Of days on Earth, sweeping melodies

Did your forget even for a time?
That our days here are limited?
Feel it slipping like an evening hymn
The months become years of lost moments

Most musical and to heaven extending
The loves ones leave us now
The Sun we once held so dear
Is softly descending, O Lord our waiting eyes

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This universe as wide as the speed of light
These bosom nightly meditations for what
You would have become, little signs
Of creation and contemplation

While my world is growing dim
Now no more the crimson blaze
Of fiercely loving, give me wisdom
For these tragedies, of losing and loving

And starry pleasures of transcendent gestures
Encoded in art in private moments
Of what it feels like to be lost, anonymous
And solitary, the unexpected sleep
Of a youth dying before their course was set.

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Note: Emma Fillipoff was last seen in Victoria, BC, Canada.
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Towards the Sun


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Some have said
You are free
I am love, but I am not free

I will not be free
Until the world is free
Until the poor have

Clean water
Until the downtrodden
Have hope; some have said
This world is unfair
Then let our children

Make it fair, for we have
Lived imprisoned
In hierarchies, in the old
Tenants of rich and
Trying to be rich

For the sake of a few
Greedy capitalists
That’s not freedom
The markets are not love
Humanity is not free.