Cut down in the night.
I circumvent every light in
The sacred hour of my dance.
For the creed is to be upheld
By the statues found within
All sanctity the heart does spill.
In the tides of vanquishing all
Remittance, there is the earth
Which speaks praises to the
For in the moonlight it is
Unfounded in every song.
Eyes behold his arms bleeding
Out over the sea.
For it is her eyes he considers
However, his satiated breaths
Seep into my soul whenever I
Thirst for his hold to deplete me
Of my shadows.
For where in the shadows does
The dance end?
Is it the valley I walk?
I kneel down and pluck a grain
From the earth, bring it to my
Mouth, and absorb all erasure
Of my stale wind.
I absorb all its essence.
I shield my eyes with my hands
When the sun seeps into crevices
Of my flesh; transforming it a
For I’m feed by the Lord’s power.
Shield me by the cusp within each
Stronghold, and I shall send out
My smoke signals to the heavens.
I derive from the ashes within His
I’m connected to Him.
His tears unfold my spirit with all
Servitude exclaimed by His words.
“I know heal all wounds found
Beneath the quelling dread.
However, it is your longing which
I absorb in my hands; rubbing out
All poison from your spirit.”
I kneel down at His feet, grasping
Blades of grass.
I tug them out of the earth,
Massaging their oils into His flesh.
For the essence found within my
Spirit has bestowed a resilient
Aura upon me.
His light burns into me.
Now, I see all I could not.
I’m now the hours in every blade
For it is His strength burning inside
Fire comes to call on me,
And I leap into their flames.
They surround my being with
I emerge into clouds, and fall onto
I grasp my pill tight,
Allowing it to caress the flesh of my
Closing me I, I seep into sleep,
And drift away into the spirit realm.
Soulful winds surround my senses
With enticing melodies.
I’m carried away into heaven’s gates,
Letting the clock unwind at the sound
Of the crow.
There is no rain to fall upon my soul.
There is only the free spirit.
I ride the rails, smelling smoke from
They tickle my nose, enabling me to
Cough out embroilment.
Now, I drop into the sunlight, drifting
In my rowboat.
The Lord lowers my sails.
I sink back unto my bed.
© Copyright, Kiki Stamatiou, 2016