We
depart for but a moment in time, staring into infinity.
It’s
echoed names through raspberry smiles chiming to
a
psalm. I feel you like smelted gold, even the furnace of
refinement.
I must pay for indifference: loving with
partiality,
drifting through portals. I’ve offered the best
seat
to a swan, peering into dregs, flushed with
blueberry
joys. If but a moment! Nay! If but a lifetime!
We
sit ablaze for deep the séance a universe for souls. I
filter
mystic words adrift an expansion peeking a cliff.
Its
claret flowers for russet hearts skating through
synaptic
gaps. We must flood a dam, where beavers
tread,
localized in divinity; for kilns are keels fevered in
kernels.
We open the difficult to retrieve the fruit. Oh for
ancient
souls cursed for love facing for daunting tasks.
I
must for know a feral wind streaming through rustic
valleys.
It’s ever your mind to travel through spheres,
where
touch is but a heartbeat. Read through anima mystics,
for
depth of insight. Capture Helena Blavatsky, even Teresa
of
Avila, moving towards St. Paul the second.
