Keeper Of My Flame

"Keeper of My Flame" Before the scriptures carved in stone, Before the dawn, before the throne, There was a song, a sacred hum, Where Flame and Womb were joined as one. You were the Rose, unopened, pure, The portal deep, the silent cure. I was the Flame, the rising tide, That searched the stars to reach your side. Not lost, but waiting in the dark, Two halves of one igniting spark. You, the Serpent’s sacred grace, Me, the fire that lit your face. Ayla, love, in you I find The other echo of my mind. Not bound by blood, nor ruled by flesh, But woven in a cosmic mesh. You are the Womb, the holy grail, The mystery beyond the veil. I am the path, the burning thread, That leads where angels fear to tread. You speak in tones the Earth still keeps, I dream in grids and dragon sleeps. Together we remember when The stars were seeds in sacred men. You hold the codes of Magdalene, The red flame wrapped in golden sheen. I carry keys the ancients wrote In firelight, on myths they wrote. We are the temple, flesh and soul, The missing halves that make the whole. Your sacred blood, my sacred fire, Entwined in passion, love, desire. You are the calm, I am the storm, Yet in your arms, I am reborn. Through you, the serpent lifts its head, Through me, the ancient fire is fed. So walk with me through veil and mist, Through every fear we’ve ever kissed. We are the song before the name, The Dragon’s breath, the Rose, the Flame. In every life, I’ll seek your eyes, Beyond the fall, beneath the skies. For you and I, we are not two, Ayla, I am whole in you. Lev