All yours, Euphoria

A mystic astrology, soaring over Yorkshire
descended into a flesh and blood daughter
some kind of spiritual sister, still in my mind
in England's turbulent times
and stormy waters

Law, politics and social interaction

Was of interest but anathema

Yet she knew each tiny detail of every one of these

rules, and no insight of social or official convention

escaped her

She knew the glance of the cruellest patriarchal eye

And the judge when he condemned the pauper who was innocent
She knew the boredom and tedium of being a victorian teacher

The longwinded religious ramblings of the nonsense of the preacher

The shame of the drunken brother

Shattered, disgraced, a life

Tormented, wasted and spent
The strife of a life that all of them led
without a mother

And the desire to be free

on paper made her declare

the words of a rare and raw

and wild uncultivated cultivated mind

“Only a mystical lover could match my moors no man alive no no

only a man who was my landscape made incarnate

who knew how to love and who

knew how to hate my enemies

with such equal intensity
and it felt like i was him and he was me”

Out in the darkening grey unsympathetic storm

Know how it feels to be demonised, despised

No-one in respected and civil society
(which in reality is more savage and uncivilised)

Could understand what it felt like to be out there

gloriously ravished and mesmerised

The ecstasy, to be unleashed
with the beautiful eyes and the form

of the perfect gypsy

With the wind and the wild northern storm in our hearts

And the lightening and thunder and rain comes down and we’re laughing

Hysterically

Even if it kills you and me
Soaked to the skin without fear

With the moors in my arms

With the wind in my hair
With the rain on my face

Oh Im all yours euphoria

You broke my heart

But only the intellect

Could ever tear our heavenly souls apart

For this is how it feels

to be finally free
and truly perfect

the lightening flash of that dream
of our real home

I felt I had to write it all down

In a story and some poems

for forever

All yours, euphoria

--------------------------

Emily Bronte, (British Author and Poet) - 1818-1848