Hallowed be Thy Name

L i f e a prison of pretense and I still dream of walking through tempests of chaos barefoot, allowing stones and pebbles to tattoo my languid skin with love in lilac, as ashes of yesterday erase the thunder marks that struck my spine in ruthless rhythm, oblivious to the scorching solitude that swallowed the stars swaying across the heinous horizon. Trusting the tormentor, dancing with the devil, as I drink from the naive springs, like a jailed jasmine, to Stockholm syndrome. I’ve heard the crickets croon, I’ve felt the warmth of raining tears, while w a i t i n g w i s h i n g upon pirouetting peridots~ a trick played by Lucifer, as peace is a lie fed from the serpentine scent of sunlight that tastes like mists of malice… Tonight I kneel at the chapel of charades, reminiscing fragmented forests where I’ve long been a forbidden lace of Lilith, cursed by the fickle flames of the blood moon, like a tortured sin, tethered by time… O divine destiny, designed with darkness, see the angst, veiled amidst contoured clemency and manicured mercy, the beginning of an inevitable end. I fear not the hereafter~ the realm of redolence and zephyr, there phrases of regret shall be a rinsed-away garden, watered with saffron and amber… Perhaps when the last refrain of living rewinds and repeats, we’ll reflect on the circus we performed in sheer naivety… But would you then~ catch my soul, it’s willing to fly away, feel my pulse, it emanates freedom, heed my heart, it sings of love, seize my ink, it flows with faith, catch my sigh, it homes compassion, hold my hand, it seeks kindness… Hallowed be thy Name Hallowed be thy Light....