Baptism Beneath a Chartreuse Moon
Your fiery eyes, pierce my soul;
you know me and always have;
I am you, as wild and free, a spirit,
as existence can provide.
In the chartreuse moon’s glare;
your stare, draws me into your very soul;
I know you will not attack.
Last time, in a dream;
you gave me your light;
we beacons must, work together;
to protect our siblings from the blood-letters.
Humans are both, gods and devils;
to build and destroy is their lot;
it’s not without choice.
The familiar, a harmony, creates;
you stand before me on a dark path;
your light beckons and I will listen
without apprehension or fear.
Teach me; I feel you.
The dark night will reveal your godly soul.
I caress your furry body;
you pierce mine and
the pain of enlightenment, is sweet.
It’s been said that,
“Dog is God, spelled backwards.”
The wolf of Heaven has brought me to life.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2018
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