Emerging stealthily over the broken horizon
(obscured by the rising smoke of cannons)
Beyond the thick lingering clouds,
Lurks a concealed face.
Steadfast in transcendence,
Immoveable in cadence,
Captivating as the glistening navel
Of supple hips swaying in oryanta dansi,
As congruous waves of the evening tide.
She exquisitely orbits the velvet abyss
Unchanged, uninhibited, unrestrained.
“The towers have fallen!”
(shouts liberty from the rubble.)
The sacredness of their tombs
scorched by the arrogance of the sun.
Opalescent hues cascade
across time and space,
penetrating the crimson ocean of innocent blood.
A diamond studded silhouette
descends like a cloak upon the Earth,
enveloping widows embracing
malnourished children heaving for a sip of air.
We are the sunflowers struggling
through the alcazar of midnight
trampled under the tyrannical foot
of the waxing eclipse.
Nothing more than estranged lambs
caught in the thickets of the shearer.
I am a firefly a float the molasses
of the infinite expanse of the universe
swallowed by a myriad of nimbus galaxies.
Immersed in the hazy blue mist of the harvest evening
the silver maiden’s voice falls
unto the crevasses of my ears saying…
child and I will give you rest.
Where were you when the foundations
of the earth were laid?
Have you heard the choir
of morning stars singing the chorus of the day?
Did you shout with the sons of God
in worship of El Shaddai on the eve of creation?
Can you bind both the east and west wind
with the dulcet inspiration of Pleiades and Orion?
Does lightning bolt, from your fingertips?
Is there thunder reverberating in your footsteps?
Have you measured the countless galaxies
with the span of your hand?
Was it your strength that infused
the strident horse?
Does the eagle ride the current of your majesty?
Or the lion roar according to your splendor?
The heavens and the earth belong
to El Elyon the most high God,
and I am but a reflection of His glory.”
Touching the Almighty-
My brittle frame becomes galvanized with fire
And my loins are girth with truth.
“Silver maiden of the night
Conqueror of the solar light
Pale in thy austere demeanor
Dreadful as the autumn knight”…
Tis’ the exotic muse of the dark salient troubadour
And the contrite dreamers of the twilight.
From the ancient origins of the Divine bosom
We are bathed by your magnificent light.”