Sacred Lakes
“Sacred Lakes”
There is magic
in your shaman bones
stories shaken like strange mojo
busy under cover of autumn leaves
turning burnished topaz gold
idling unrushed roll over
in honeyed slumber
turning back hands
to face a time of
blushing green
you are seen
turning naked face smiling
up towards blue sky
the warmth of his sun
breathes life back over you
nightingales sing in the
waiting time and recall
in their waking lullabies
times gone by
your heart beats slow rhymes
depth charge drum softly humming
vibrations of silver crystal
amethyst shards in emerald eyes
min min lights
spectrally guide you towards
the lightening ridges
the core discovered, penetrating
jade forests of deep secrets
quiet missives pointing bones
declarations that once condemned
lead you to open pit three parts divine comedic
where some noble grand host there sits
holding hands out to you in the Never Never land
it speaks from eyes deep as wishing wells
cacheting fresh glistening diamonds
rising on unsteady transparent feet
silent on sacred ground
you walk el dante hushed and softly sound
holding fast to the wings
of apostle crows and angelic things
quills, falling feathers
black as ink
ruffling fresh stories
remain hidden in the mist
the grist milled from some new law
sunk in sugar dissolving vinegar
now depart the season of Winter
tomes of pages like rivers
forever running into
a mystery ocean
majestic forgiving
you are in eternal flight
writing lines of safe passage
with the avian beaked
scribes wearing masks
who like ghosts of abbey monks
chant chortling whistles
leaving their footprints
like chimney soot
on the land of white cotton clouds
clean sheets like fresh snow
joyful and billowing yarns unravelling on lines
holding their arms out to you
gifting alms with embroidered edges
coloured with dreams
washing out
the nightmare things
of long ago
you are invisible
just a breeze on the
land of others’ forgotten dreams
seeking an illusive lion
with golden mane and - never ending,
you see reflections
of you this being in the being
of this single thing you deem
noble unreachable
you take time to fear
and bow before holiness
in the pools of magic
you see
through reflection
stares back at you
through shadow eyes
alone, ancient and tired
in sacred lakes
of safe kept memories
there is magic
in your Shaman bones
you will stir
pools of love reflecting
in the eyes of those
who love you
the forgotten
stand by brooks and
in the music of the life it took
they run their minds like
absent fingers
through the fabric left
all becomes one
open and telepathic
in stories of the
once were you
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
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https://youtu.be/iyWinsrsHwA
The Divine Comedy.
el dante .... but then again,
al dente
"The Divine Comedy" by Dante Alighieri (begun 1308 - completed 1320)
https://www.gutenberg.org/files/8800/8800-h/8800-h.htm
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Divine_Comedy
Copyright © Lady Labyrinth | Year Posted 2021
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