Eye's UnHoly Altar 4 comments

16 Apr 2004 @ 22:23, by Marissa A Spencer Eye's UnHoly Altar What memories have you disturbed from their slumber, My gentle, wild courtier? Will you in rescue find the hiding places that elude you? The fleeting glimpses of touches, breaths and sighs, Turning into heat rushed faces and pounding hearts. Distractions of the empty ordinary days, To startle the spirit into knowing so much more I am blind before to its sirens entreaty. In the quiet imaginings entwined arms are filled with you and my breathing Whisperings haunting the ticking clocks silence. The world contracts the eternal rushes into hushed prisms The light turns, spins, retreats into thousands of glittering facets And there, in my eye's holy altar you smile and beguile, In trembling impatience I turn away, afraid. Contained and solitary is my hurried life, My spirit in its secret place awaits a light that fills the darkness. Hoarded ancient keys have unlocked unwilling doorways And entered, bringing my barren soul awakenings. Once within the sirocco cyclones across acrid lies Drying deception's folly to hot dust Arid whispers in rough yearnings scrape the crumbling wall Stone tumbling in desiccated pebbles Until you in drenching waters rush across the wasteland Filling lost edges, corners and depths Bringing lush beginnings with succulent fruits Soaking beneath and above and inside and around. Dripping until all is saturated, joined, filled. ©January 7,2002 Marissa A Spencer

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