Pattern In Iridescence

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PATTERN IN IRIDESCENCE

 

 

 

 

Though I Am alone

I am unafraid of the dark nights

of my soul, when the hunger of

the flesh tears asunder my spirit

and my love descends to the bottomless

pit where I am lost and insignificant

in the ramblings of my mind, indeed

in the hallowed spaces of timidity

and superfluous, unrecognized even

to myself even as the last strains of the song

remains the same, remains the chorus

echoed in the chambers of my heart where

Love has fled, where the shadows of

remembrance lay deeply hidden, lay

deeply still, unbound and flying, spiraling

higher and higher, higher yet,

 

an eagle's whistle morphs into a hummingbird's

pattern in the landing of a firebird on Machu Picchu,

 

Freefalling..... Cloudless..... Infinite Love......

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ana