Divine Continuum


Your beauty, woman
Is like a gift from a past unknown
Like the wailing of a Celtic flute
Streaming through the black waves of the north seas
Like the foolish joy of a sudden morning warmth
That makes me realise again
I am only a mere earthling
And you, a Goddess

Years I sailed through distant seas
Braved echelons of shadow-hungries through caustic darkness
While you stood with a light-house in your hand
Aeons of Time bathed in your body-scent since
Yet you remained affirm on the marine banks

The wind was blowing then
The wind is blowing now
It fires the cries and whispers of my search
For a pleasant way to disappear
In the light fragrance of your divine continuum

Featured Art: The Embrace, 1917 by Egon Schiele


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