ABYSS
Silent and sacred is the deep
Flaming course of golden waters.
Light that flows over dark matters.
Wet abandon, mouths sip,
Full of thirst for magic potions.
Exalting pride and Death disasters,
That no living soul will master,
Even if they find the notion.
Bitter is the Archangel's kiss,
That will taint my lips with frost
White as snow. For Heaven's lost
While I search the mute Abyss.
Pale the blooms of lotus burn,
Releasing perfumes, incense, myrrh ,
Scents and feelings prone to stir
When his hands, the loftiest turns,
From my soul, like tawny streams
Forth they bring my will and might.
Light extended whole, and bright,
Over all my wondrous dreams.
And the lazy sighs that break
The eternal Silence...Mouth to mouth
We kiss the North, West, East ,and South,
And Life is here again to take.
So the circle is complete.
I traverse so Bold the Abyss,
Finding paths so full of bliss,
And the Infinity I repeat.
