January 16, 2010

As winter rises into the brisk chill
A wind slices to the core
Where life meets with the void
And the voice of forever sings her song

And her song is true
And her song is now

I am the songstress
Mistress of the great Heavens
I am forever
Filling the constructs of changing moments

I am the wanting
Fires rising from Oneness of Lust
I am creation
Rising from this destined Instant

I am your other
The time of our Arrival is near
I whisper to you the direction
Meet me in the crests of the wave

And in that perfect whispered song
I knew in my core
All that she sang
Was heaven's song of truth

Type: Poetry

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