Sacred Lakes

“Sacred Lakes” There is magic in your shaman bones stories shaken like strange mojo busy under cover of autumn leaves turning burnished topaz gold idling unrushed roll over in honeyed slumber turning back hands to face a time of blushing green you are seen turning naked face smiling up towards blue sky the warmth of his sun breathes life back over you nightingales sing in the waiting time and recall in their waking lullabies times gone by your heart beats slow rhymes depth charge drum softly humming vibrations of silver crystal amethyst shards in emerald eyes min min lights spectrally guide you towards the lightening ridges the core discovered, penetrating jade forests of deep secrets quiet missives pointing bones declarations that once condemned lead you to open pit three parts divine comedic where some noble grand host there sits holding hands out to you in the Never Never land it speaks from eyes deep as wishing wells cacheting fresh glistening diamonds rising on unsteady transparent feet silent on sacred ground you walk el dante hushed and softly sound holding fast to the wings of apostle crows and angelic things quills, falling feathers black as ink ruffling fresh stories remain hidden in the mist the grist milled from some new law sunk in sugar dissolving vinegar now depart the season of Winter tomes of pages like rivers forever running into a mystery ocean majestic forgiving you are in eternal flight writing lines of safe passage with the avian beaked scribes wearing masks who like ghosts of abbey monks chant chortling whistles leaving their footprints like chimney soot on the land of white cotton clouds clean sheets like fresh snow joyful and billowing yarns unravelling on lines holding their arms out to you gifting alms with embroidered edges coloured with dreams washing out the nightmare things of long ago you are invisible just a breeze on the land of others’ forgotten dreams seeking an illusive lion with golden mane and - never ending, you see reflections of you this being in the being of this single thing you deem noble unreachable you take time to fear and bow before holiness in the pools of magic you see through reflection stares back at you through shadow eyes alone, ancient and tired in sacred lakes of safe kept memories there is magic in your Shaman bones you will stir pools of love reflecting in the eyes of those who love you the forgotten stand by brooks and in the music of the life it took they run their minds like absent fingers through the fabric left all becomes one open and telepathic in stories of the once were you (LadyLabyrinth / 2021) MÚSICA CELTA Ajuda a Tranquilizar, Equilibrar as Energias, Focar Atenção e Relaxar https://youtu.be/iyWinsrsHwA The Divine Comedy. el dante .... but then again, al dente "The Divine Comedy" by Dante Alighieri (begun 1308 - completed 1320) https://www.gutenberg.org/files/8800/8800-h/8800-h.htm https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Divine_Comedy