Symbol Circle

We gave without giving, tiptoeing a linchpin, so close to

love. She’s mystic topaz, even turquoise dreams, rising

in chi.

I mistaken’d a symbol.

It floated within, calmly

vivid, circling midair. It was so light, morphed within

decades.

So many asters, baptized in liquids, florid in Zion. They

move gently, swaying in a breeze, similar to a lover’s

mane. She’s hectic with charms, an aqua touch, and

Jeremiah’s tears. We ponder softly, plucking dandelions,

beige within a desert, as not to alarm neighbors. I reach

in prayer, and she reaches back, casting moonstone waves.

I catch a vibration, lost within an inner choir, levitating

in spirit. Such flowing light, a dramatic tone, uneven in

texture, slowly fallin’.

Oh a night is breathing, longing darkness, exercised in

visions.

Never such wickedness, a stringless trapeze, screaming

midair. I hurry to feel, an organic touch, whispered in fey.

Oh a nightmare our shock, to witness amazement,

slipping through time. It hurts to utter love, where

amber wafts within a psyche. It devastates to read our

encounters, melting gold, exchanged for silver.

It featured as a mandala, spinning in placement, ever to

mold a fortress. Color is broken, sirens are hushed, where

fate is tailored. This our hymn, as private as vaults, as

vivid as lectures. So I greet love, chiseling ice, dearly

engraved.