Visions In Fatima
Strewn with buds onto night’s refrain
We followed the hovel of an outer-world,
As rustling leaves formed a map’s cave
Through a journey connecting reality;
Where our twin- souls moved in silence.
I felt your hands cuddling a bounty of flowers
And we meet in Portugal third instance,
Cleansing lost time in holy water.
The procession of candles brushed the air
quite sacred: white lilies unfurling petals
into hundred lights on the shrine
of admirable Fatima, while life crowned us again.
We strolled with a monolith of statues
Blessing our paths aligning our thoughts
In the house of Mary, of transparent gods.
But the vision turns into ripples; I’m by myself
a lone pilgrim enclosed around a grotto
Wishing he was here, feeling him like my breath.
Long Distance Love Contest
For Nicola Byrne
Re-submitted 10/16/2016
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2014
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