Guardian

Standing stoic
blank, black
and still.

Oh door man
Buckingham palace guard stance
guardian of
hidden desires
and lascivious dreams.

Dark curtains
quiet
motionless
featureless
drawn so many
eons before
hide a cherished
treasure rare.

Within
the Goddess awaits
locked inside
outside the door
silently she knocks
knocks, knocking
hands bloodied
on that cold
cold
cell door.

Still her song
drifts through
darkness’s shifting sands
silently passing between
the bars of
conscious thoughts.


Carried coded
within letters of
words
words within verse
verse within
her song
silently sung.

But
I hear!

So listen and
hear my words
well!

I feel her cries
in the beat
of my heart
in the core
of my soul
and my voice
commands you.

Stand aside!

Draw back that curtain
fling open the door
and let Eos
free.

Release my
Soror Mystica
to me!

Never Always

Always never
never quite the same.

Roots deep
growing deeper still
worms rubbing
entwining
sensuously
licking probing
round the
tips of
temptation.

Sunlight unfolds
spring arms
rise to greet
the morning sun.

Rivulets of streams
forging torrential
rivers making
art of
barren lands.

Time always
to touch
time never
to always.

Garbage
lain upon
the alter
as all
bow down
in reverence.


Tuesday
the day after
the rain
washed open
the portal.

Tuesdays gone
he sung
gone with the
wind.

Wind twisting
whirling
clearing
the earth
of rubble.

Leaves
twigs and
branches
lay
decaying
life
for a
new
day.