OPENING ONCE MORE

[Guest guest]

In the temple of the moonlight of my longing

I worship the sound of a pure white feather spiraling

Into the open palm of my unseen Lover,

 

I am the distance the sound makes

To Your beating heart, the memory of the Light

I fell in love with before the shadow land of sleep

Fell upon me, fell upon my thirsting Soul .

 

I am ravenous with this hunger and intoxicated with

Desire, once again I wash upon the shores of destiny

And now I am broken, I am exalted, I am the cry of a

Misbegotten sparrow, her plaintive song to the deepness of the

night, in

Harmonic convergence gathered in a small white blossom, opening in a

distant light.

 

Open as the wings of a free cloud.

 

 

YIL,

Ana

 

 

6/26/06