jeudi 7 septembre 2023

The veil is thin





Her lips were blossoming roses on a spring eve,
her eyelashes fluttering in the breeze like a butterfly
Her skin soft, hugging me as cloud would hug a rainbow
Frolicking in the meadows of her pristine forest,
 I see the world anew

The veil is thin and the night is indigo 
The moon is bright, marble in the ether
The witching hour is upon us 
Translucent is the veil that covers us

A fever dream, on a breezy Antioch night 
A familiar face, smiling in delight
Intensely sensing the heartbeats of the gods 
Reading the minds of the crowds 
Floating  together through the city, crossing miles in no time 

We are alone amidst the Karasu and Afrin rivers, 
Two river spirits, exploding with no bounds 
    Dark gifts running amok, gently sweeping you into a trance
Helping you through the prism, in a glorious dance 

Freeing is this flight, splendor all around,
Strengthening the timeless ties of love and hate alike 
Capable of supernovas and big bangs, hope is all around
Akasha, Isis, and Roman pride, are all but a fleeting memory of the past

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