I crash upon my winded spirit
Where time is erased from all
My flesh; if only in my dreams
I encompass a Pasteur surrounded
By a milky sky on a cloudy day.
Rain pours down upon my heart
Where I go, I may never know
How it feels to bleed out into the
I magnified by the sunlight sneaking
It’s way out of the sun.
I am closed in the gateways of my
Soul, allowing no pathway to my
Serenity, if only a sagebrush to
Occupy my time with caring for
This livelypl ant engrossed with
My light, where I’m surrounded
By a fire dwelling in the pulse
Where joy is never extinguished.
I cannot ask for a better parade
To bring forth the allowance
When time’s door has opened
Unto me in the realms of dreams.
Seedy visions emerge from unsightly
Seems torn into the fabric of the universe.
Oh my deliverer, bring up out of the earth’s
Womb, and lead me into the whole of which
Time can span my existence for when the days
Are bound to my shadow, as the earth is bound
I savor cinnamon and other spices to perfume
Bodies of the dead.
Crematory is the follicle combed through the
Divide, but I shall conquer all wounds asunder
The desert warns of the shadows lurking about.
For they are the spirits of the damned who
Roam the earth unbound to time and space.
No one comes to listen to them anymore.
For there existence is almost nonexistence
To the many who have erased them from
Mountains make me shiver with fear, as I
Climb to their heights, and look down
To see how far I’ve come.
I sing a new song echoing throughout the
Undecorated land boiling inside this
Inferno of rage.
I shall ignite each day with a song from my
Heart where red roses bleed their nectar,
And the bees can pollinate for the breathing
Children who are left behind to enjoy
Honey from the comb.
They lick their fingers to their heart’s contentment
When all merriment is brought out again,
And live as one in the gallantry of the cold night.
Come sail away with me where we shall find
Treasure enough to fill both our hearts.
Our newly shorn sheep seize each day in
Merriment as children who have found
Their father, dwelling in the caves of
His words are imprinted upon their hearts
Forever. “Children, lead not you deeds astray.
Find a way to configure your life in the earthly
Vessel you are given at birth, and the Holy One
Above shall offer you your eternal reward in
The sky where heaven’s welcoming light
Shall soothe all you anguish burning in the stars,
Now and forever more, in the name of Creation,
The heavenly hosts, and the greatest force in the
Universe withholding nothing for lack of forethought.
For all thought is congenial is the presses of our feed.
All light is merciful to a wounded heart during times
Of man’s addictions, and his conveyances unto Him.”
© Copyright, Kiki Stamatiou, 2015