Her Mystery

Assuming control of a body and soul.
Intriguing mysteries of some great whole.
Mind reaching out and captured
by a magic that it never quite could hold.

Tales have been told and fear enhanced.
There are so few who dare these days,
to dance within the starlit wind of all eternity.
Nakedly allowing inner eyes to set them free.

Ancient idols, still alive. The magic of a firefly.
Kisses in each little breath of air. As if a rare,
immortal bit of earthly majesty, had entered
in within each stare of startled mystery.

Astoundingly alive within an utter clarity.
Communicating with the leaves that move
within the slightest breeze. Breathing in
the sweet, unearthly fragrance of the flowers.

Living every moment of the hours that
the others slept in fear of death's illusions.
Hands drawing power from the idol's form.
Statuary stillness bearing music undisguised.

Eternal moments meant for those too weary
and too wise. Struck by awe that lives beyond
the walls of human frailty. Inspired by a subtle
scent - so quickly vented by a quiet breeze.

Purely unadulterated by a will to please
those other forms. Entranced so willingly
into ethereal degrees of love's decrees.
Never yet encrypted in the vaults of mortal men.

The world spins at her own pace.
Indulged by beauty. Born in grace.
Reborn again in pulse and source.
Feeling every nuance of the course.

Grieving deep, and loving more.
Creating peace on golden shores.
Where rushing waves become the nest
of every being she loves best.

Assuming control of a body and soul.
Intriguing mysteries of some great whole.
Mind reaching out and captured
by a magic that it never quite could hold.

Testing each formation of the soul.
Sighing for the freedom men had tolled.
Awakening, become the offering.
A sacrifice too grand to be entombed.

While there, within her womb,
another seed was reaching
out to touch and breathe and be
the ultimate of this, her mystery...

? Michaelette ?

3/11/2004
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