Once when I was trapped in the hard place
With the soul squirreling for freedom,
There came a feeling over me
Much like when you connect eyes with a lover in the heat of passion.
My cell walls were barren and had been for some time,
But the light beamed in all around.
"It’s just the essences of the evening lifting through the air" I thought.
But in such radiance the specter did glow,
I thought, perhaps I had gone mad.
She laid her loving warmth around me,
All parts enthralled in the throes.
Such visitation is of the utmost privilege,
the evening does not give vision like this
To see your future and your past,
The primal turnings of the hourglass.
And batted away into a shamanic rung I was.
Warm silence filled my every pour.
What space feels like,
But then she was gone.
_bones_ heartbroken bones….