the mystic keens
his secret night aches
heard only
in the rustling
tendershoot leaves
and in the windblown pine
of his beloved wood.
he stands alone
deep in the wild
searching
for
an echoing answer
an echoing answer
knowing they are only heard
in the thin precipice
of dawn
it is there
inside his tearsoaked soul
the kneeling spirit weeps
her song of love
unburdening him
his secret night aches
heard only
in the rustling
tendershoot leaves
and in the windblown pine
of his beloved wood.
he stands alone
deep in the wild
searching
for
an echoing answer
an echoing answer
knowing they are only heard
in the thin precipice
of dawn
it is there
inside his tearsoaked soul
the kneeling spirit weeps
her song of love
unburdening him
of untapped yearnings
with her soft unspoken presence
silently
with her soft unspoken presence
silently
he leans into her moist tears
and prays....
into the sound of an answering echo
resplendent relief cleanses
his loneliness like
an april shower pouring kisses
on bridled faith
smiling,
his eyes closed in comfort
the mystic
inhales
the aromatic earth of the woods
like one who belongs in nature
his wildwood prayers were heard
just before
dawn awakened a new day
6 comments:
That's it ... I must be a mystic.
Mystics would be loaded with doubts. All that responsibility for others would be exhausting.
LOL at House on Big Island's comment!
Daisy...a true Kawabi blue mystic you are!
Selma... you think? I actually wrote another piece about mystics a while back. I should dig it up.... it was a story about a doubting one and how his guardian angel watched over him while he figured it out.
what an unbelievably gorgeous picture . I'm with The House on Big Island , i must be very mystic but more than likely just insecure and unsure .
Sleepless nights are nice if you don't have to go to work the next day.
Twain... thank you. It's actually a photo of a sunset, but I loved it. I took it last fall. We all have a bit of mystic in us, and maybe that's what frightens us too. :)
Anon....Yeah, too bad I wasn't able to lounge around here instead. Funny though, the day was so filled with twists and turns and amazing events that I didn't yawn once. See you Saturday.
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