Rock steady, my independent soul...
whiskers and whispers and flickers
of flame, you inhabit my walls,
hollowed in time, your prescence
unheard for so many years, and
now, amidst the crowd, that
gathers inside my halls of pride,
you come to me.
Among the shepherds I drink
now- sipping lager from my
souls cauldron, awakened to
the naming of the game...
masses spilling near me, fearing
me, sporadic return to steer
me into rage, three times I
turned the page, to find it nearly
soaked with age...all in the
name of a dark man hidden
beneath the sand, frankly
demanding an answer to his
shame...
A calling, to travel on to confused
lands, such is the quest
that I cannot understand,
and so must stay, in feathered
bed with sacred tears
admitting the entry into my heart
of only one man who plays
the part perfectly...
And in my view, the goddess
of dew, dancing for me
in shades of youth, twisting
for me her tendrils of truth-
flirting with me,
to make me see, the dance
belongs to all for free...
And my pictures, painted plays,
hidden in my hopeful ways
smear and clear themselves
of form, till the mother goddess
absorbs them back into her storm...
protecting the sacred and
singing my song, till I can open
my soul to the cosmic gong.