A HUNDRED POEMS — 056

FIRE that burning ICE

axe-plosion      burst stream
at first
a whisper dove

elegantly comes to me

DEVIL flames
kiSsing soul
thunderous passion burning

A high sky ceiling tracing

my dove-love      angelic rope
Weakened hands
i clasp
the golden reed
of Nile

tossing waters moving
soul-vessel
ancient reed

lonely the soul drifting

between bodies of heaven
and that of hell
and Earth

What Kings see, humans know

what angels adore
the devil
— loves
but my dove

SOARS so high above all

pure light eagle eyes

a hush from Creation

soon — the grand scene!

:: 04-17-2014 ::

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