You inscribed timeless ripples in my soul
like static footprints on a thousand weather less moons…
without loss, loss of that dimly lit glow
felt but never seen…
Forever, constantly blessed with it,
I bathe in it to attain that spiritual high,
such like a summoning from sacred queens
blessing the tides that caress the mother Nile
and blow life to earth’s veins streaming
with golden, molten fire of life
Mysterious like a thousand secrets
in a thousand worlds, I’m inclined
to lay on a bed of black sand
meditating to the whispers of
the northern and aurora lights
praying, wishing to discover you
hoping that I can uncover you,
paint your skin colours of the stars never seen
I feather you, caress you with these
fingers like affection’s paint brushes,
I stroke shade never seen, exotic mixtures of love and pain
Lust and passion so you quiver and shudder
As you try to cage this desire,
not wanting to let it go
Yet making me find mine…
Your name?
I heard it comes from a symphony of the celestial winds
absorbed by my heart whilst they flow between
ancient secrets of ancient cosmic belts presently
no more, yet shown to me whilst i fight and survive
at the last grains of spiritual sands, waiting for karma
to reincarnate..
making sure your name is forever more.
Blessed by the blessed, I let my spirit
wonder in search of yours
Just to catch a glimpse of your mystical essence.
Yet I’m always feeling your presence,
As you inscribe timeless ripples in my soul
Like static footprints on a thousand, weather less moons,
Captioning my essence so I’m forever
without loss...
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