We parted beneath ancient oak
horizontal place in frozen time
the hand I held I begrudgingly gave
ignoring pain and the cry of angels
a Holy fracture within tar pit soul
that feature falling frames of time
Immortal circle we dance ignoring
what futures we hold — perchance
Sweetness and bitter moments
no tongue could clearly explain
nor words convey in human language
such ceremonial moves that life-ocean

:: 03-11-2014 ::