Tuesday, December 09, 2014

hierotopia



This is my fortress unfettered:
the sighs of a thousand dreamers.
Allow a measure of cadence,
and the world becomes unbroken.

When a leaf falls, I see snow.
And with each one of its branches,
ice crystal forms a water tree
sprouting diamond-faceted leaves.

A bright river in a dark month:
aurora in its velvet dance.
Shall I light this candle for you,
or close my eyes and meet you there?









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6 comments:

bluestorm said...

Love this piece!
"An ancient chant of promised love, long[ed]-
lasting hope, perseverance." . . .
Your poetry embodies all these and more.

Iulia Flame said...

As does yours.

You -- I -- we --sing this path to life...

xx

Sigerson said...

a lovely piece

Iulia Flame said...

:-) thanks, Doc!

raw poetry by donna snyder said...

It is lovely. I want to use it for my annual For the Dark Time workshop this week. Thank you, Flame.

Iulia Flame said...

I would be honored, Donna.

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