Shadows darken the way
Hecate, a guide, has presided over my dreams.
Moneca, it’s vital essence, but a stagnate stream.
Love upon tattered wings - nowhere to fly,
upon the Glacier “ Indifference “ – disintegrating – doth die
a little, with the negative, critical, judgmental – put down
never ceases, never ends, just keeps going round and round.
In sight, there seems to be no end
from the one loved - am a friend!
Horizon looms ahead
Helios, the fire, the light, the passion.
One foot on the edge, darkness a destination
from which Love’s journey never returns.
The soul, spirit, the heart continues – Beauty burns
what life they give, throwing them into hell fires
trying to kill the essence of what this heart desires
B. J. “A” 2
August 11th 2008